Gannag Menog (Foul Death, Triumphant) Lyrics

Feast on the foul prophets of death and flesh, defiler of ages
Fallen one, I am he who walketh below

I am he of foulest decay
Molded from deformed flesh
The putrid stench of decaying limbs

Oh stench of death, the vile that feedeth on the sins of man
Foul death, triumphant
I am he of foulest decay

The putrid stench of decaying limbs singes the nostril of ye who witness the blight
Emerging, as great prophets now towering over the creator…

Feast on the foul!
Feast on the foul!
Feast on the foul!
Feast on the foul!

Emerging, as great prophets
Now towering over the creator

Oh stench of death, the vile that feedeth on the sins of man
I am he of foulest decay

Oh creator! what treachery hath thou seen in me?
As Ohrmazd, defeat in strife
Thou hath born witness to the glorious, the mighty lord!
As Ohrmazd, defeat eternal

“Emerging, as great prophets now towering over the creator…”