The dead do not dream, neither do
their dreams ever die
as these words of life vanish on my lips
I'm contemplating the downfall of the living
Remorseless savage chant

Incantations from the past
Must be spoken now
From within these walls
the end-storm will break loose

Hear the choir of the damned
enter (the) cathedral of dread
The hour of the dead is at hand
(and) there is terrible work to be done

Without fear of dying and the threat of judgement
gods will die
No one can break this curse of the ancients
inflicted upon this dying rotten land

It is time, arise oh ancient ones
from the eternal slumber
Hear the call
from beyond the grave
The rules of death have changed
The hour of the dead is at hand
and there is terrible work to be done
Without fear of dying and the threat of judgement
gods will die
No one can break this curse of the ancients
inflicted upon this dying

The dead do not dream, neither do
they die
They only get to be reborn
over and over
with a single command uttered upon them
death to all that still breathe

Hear the choir of the damned
enter the cathedral of dread
Hear the choir of the damned
enter the cathedral of dread

The hour of the dead is at hand
and there is terrible work to be done
Without fear of dying and the threat of judgement
gods will die
No one can break this curse of the ancients
inflicted upon this dying rotten land

The dead do not dream, neither do
they die
They only get to be reborn
over and over
with a single command uttered upon them
death to all that still breathes

Hear the choir of the damned

enter the cathedral

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