Fane of the Damned The Gods – They hunger Prosperity Comes at a price! The charnel house On countless victims now we rest Their ashes From out deathbed To smoulder In silent wails of scorn To smoulder… A lurid throng Pleading to no avail To deities That just don’t care! Grim jagged blades Hidden within the filthy robes Caked with blood Of untold sacrifices Gloating, slavering mouths leer At the reek of charred flesh Tofet, our embers engulfed – oblivious Hark Moloch We flounder In silent wails of scorn We flounder Atavic rites Propitiating Decadent fools Gather once more Idol profane Within the belly a furnace roars Holocaust Hundreds of innocents Gloating, slavering mouths leer At the reek of charred flesh Tofet, our embers engulfed – oblivious Hark Moloch In the tofet… In the tofet… Cinders, crumbling remains stir To curse our murderers Haunting their pitiful lives We shall return – the keep be razed with salt! In the tofet… In the tofet… Fane of the Damned… Their ashes… Hundreds of innocents