Setherial

In the circle of fire, under a bleeding moon
Disciples of the pyre, harbingers of doom
By the scythe of genocide, by the blade of suffering
Through the gate of innocence, runs a tide of pain
Compassion dies and falls in the sign of the morning star
Dominions of the underworld, defilers from below
Come a thousand fallen souls, come a thousand deaths
Come the endtime's chilling winds, night of the possessed
Metamorphosis malign, the serpent clasps its jaws
Cometh the endtime divine, damnation, hate and war
Metamorphosis malign, an omen carved in stone
Cometh the endtime divine, infernal reigns were born
Plague bearing winds of reprisal, sweeps upon the world