Chaosweaver Locked In A Coffin
From the shadows of Carpathia it arrived
Rat legion sneaking ahead
Spreading the master’s sanguis
Contaminating the innocent prey
Locked inside a wooden coffin he lies
Latent in the black mould of his land
Gathering strength, restless
Craving to reach the shore
Encircled by the treacherous sea
He awaits to unleash the wrath
Upon the cross that once betrayed him
Condemned him for all eternity
To an everlasting hunger
An ocean of time in solitude
Look what your God has now done to me!
The blood is the life
The blood is the life!
To walk with me you must die to your breathing life and
be reborn to mine.
There is no life in this body
Soulless, yet immortal
I am locked in my coffin forsaken
