Harba Di Ashm'dai

Blessed be thee, Almighty Asmoday
Who burn to ash the world of clay
God of Vengeance, God of Wrath
The ruins of the cosmic God is your righteous path
Wield now your sword of retribution
And bring the final aeon of endless dissolution

Open now up your crimson door
And make the world your temple floor
Within it raise the universal holocaust
And burn the seed of life to dust
Those who are not born of the Fire
Must to your flame be cast
As the day of Wrath has finally come
(Unfold the Lawless Becoming of the anti-archon)

Behold the one adorned with fire
Transforming cosmos into a funeral pyre
Swift is His justice, and absolute He will strike
And by His sword He will judge God and man alike
I call upon Aeshma Diva!

Open now up your crimson door
And make the world your temple floor
Within it raise the universal holocaust
And burn the seed of life to dust
Those who are not born of the Fire
Must to your flame be cast
Upon the Day of wrath and lamentation
Alefpene'ash will kindle one last conflagration

Harba Di Ashm'dai!