Churning sea of AbsuPlace of weeping deathTiamat, dark serpentLord of the morbid priestsEnraged with hate for godThe priests of chaos chantFrom the book of the wormThey burn the symbols of christWe spit on the virgin lambAnd mock the words he spokeHis ways not worthy of meWe choose to burn in the pits of hellWreakers of death and havocInflicting never ending painSing the words of emptinessFormulas of deathCall the queens of hellAnd the god of the deadThe sea of Absu rollsRising spirit of Nar-Marratuk!!!