Terra de Contemptum (A Land to Defy) Lyrics

Raging torrents of hate envelope my ghost
My searing eyes do strain this flaming cold
No claw nor sword will claim these ones

I can see the wretched ones stand
I can feel their forsaken hands
I will grant them torments at last

None more will I languish, no more to claim
Desolate madness without a name
A triumph to bestill as ice upon frost
A rapture of death, the path of the lost

I will stand above this plain of flames
I will break their will so insane
I will defy those grotesque and lame
I will deify my immortal grace