As fog descends on aged graves - through shallow earth into old bones.
Creeping unseen between the crypts; herald of dread, live as stone.
Les Innocents.
Eyes in the suffocating dark. Cold, decrepit, rotting tomb.
World, flesh and Devil rise. Bathing in the Endtime gloom.
Les Innocents.
Mortui rising, white from grey.
Mortui rising, lunar pale.
Chilling crawl. Purge all life as gasping blight.
Ancient and ritually aligned. All against the blazing light.
Les Innocents.
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