Disinter Whirling Spectral Voices
Whirling spectral voices
It's chaos in the flesh
returning (once again)
The oldest living thing
A silent specter sting
Whirling spectral voices
The ancient (enemy)
Assumes the (god) form
Then comes to feed
Whirling, spectral, voices
Silent, specter, stings
Feasting on our knowledge
There's no chance (for escape)
the horror has awakened
Your time will soon be here
For centuries asleep
dormant (between feedings)
Consuming all your souls
Your knowledge it retains
The beast came up from hell tonight
I think he wants to dance.
A congregation of drones
A church of the dead
A phantom priest is preaching
The words of the damned.
