Call it karma
Or call it rise of armegeddon

A cruel stage for monster-kind poisoned brains
In pools of fire, inflamed raging titans about to clash
Call it karma or call it armegeddon

Out of dust! Upon the altar of the goddess of gore
Of morbid grace, blessed with contempt
She feeds you to grow before she steals your breath

Encrowned!
No redemption from the goddess of gore
Restoration of the fallen throne
For you have chosen the truth
A flower from the highest golden bough to adore
Retribution of the goddess of war
Bewildering bright
No force can destroy her song of the twilight!

Contemplate the creation
In the black womb of space and time
The root of source of all
Thou are a reflection of the primal thought

Thou art a witness to devourment
Of the last spring of man
Finally gathered in the prison of fate
Alive in our death, dead in our living
We are creators who create ourselves
By our right

Witness quantum suicide
Beyond redemption
Thanatos who is holding death
So close to me

Condamned!
Retribution of the goddess of war
Bewildering bright! No force can destroy
Her song of the twilight of this world
Encrowned!
No redemption from the goddess of gore
Restoration of the fallen throne
For you have chosen the truth
A poisoned flower from the highest golden bough
Chanting a song
An empty promise of salvation to adore