Rise Destroyer

A force unknown to mind, unknown to Jehovah
Can be only felt, for there is no structure, no form
The smell not familiar, no blood, no skin, no scent
The odour of death, but not common, a new form of termination

"Ave Destructor, Ave Destroyer. Rise from the depths of the Spirits"

"Ave Destructor, Ave Destroyer. Come ye into form. Show thyself!"

Blooded priests around the altar of sacrificial hunger
Munbling stronger as the ritual's strenght increases
Starving for the unknown force from beyond time
Then they smell the scent of death, aroma unknown

The priest wave their hands rhythmic in the air
Then they stop with their hands up high
A power freeze through their bodies
And they fall to the ground - all dead

"Ave Destruction. Ave Destroyer. Reveal thy power onto us!"!