Chaos splits the sky and unifies all portents A great otherworldly howl and futile to defend Chromatic shrieking radiation rings from the feathered vortex Riotous cacophony from the lacerated winds We are the seers The architects of plague We are the one and the many A thousand different names
Cower as you call to us You should never have been freed Pray you're dead when our comets come Worthless progenies
The sky is black and blotted with a satiated frenzy Scarecrow arbitrator between the lying and the others Never since those windswept plains has come such annihilation But this one is the shadow that was feared since we were born
Hammers swing to seal the tombs without a good word spoken Every curse on that vile crypt cast with glorious commotion Locusts pick the harvests clean begging for atonement Ground gives way and joins the sky in the shadow of the eclipse
Once more I stand in awe and weep before such visions What's more I'm looking on your temples as they burn I've shook the ground before to rid a surface nuisance
But never have I had the pleasure to look upon such works I've buried all your cities as you've pissed away your lives I've relished every second of your eventual demise So fight yourselves and eat your fallen hiding from your truth I always have and always will be here when you are throughTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
