The Face of the risen dead, A time of new day Thundering the skies, The gods risen of decay Fallen ones so grim, Molding reality of blight Tales of withered hymns, Incantations bleed the hollowed black light
We bare no name, our conscious of risen decay Damned the night, An empty vessel of light
The haunting of echos, risen from the deep Shrouded by darkness, to sow what they reep Gateways to the damned, barring all ties Hidden astral worlds, don't look into their hollow black eyes
We bare no name, our conscious of risen decay Damned the night, an empty vessel of light