The Unholy Conception Songtext
von Hoth

Many millennia ago
A premonition of eternal chaos
Of nations erased and forgotten
Of worlds aflame and bodies turned to dust

Of the black void he is born
During the harshest winter storm
A boy takes his first breaths
Squalling in sweat and shadow
The shape of things to come
The black seed drips with sin
The most unholy conception
A destiny rotten from within


It is all part of a great plan
The unholy will of an ancient evil
To restore the glory of the forgotten
To enslave the universe for eternity

Of the black void he is born
During the harshest winter storm
A boy takes his first breaths
Squalling in sweat and shadow
The shape of things to come
The black seed drips with sin
The most unholy conception
A destiny rotten from within

Bastard, slave, worthless
Dust clogs every pore
His wretched life is agony
They sow the seeds of vengeance