Inferi Mesmeric Horror
Obstructing light with a blanket of darkness
As our new god blots out the sun
The wilted husks of human flesh will only bask in sorrow
At the point of divergence
There are those who wish to see
The integration of mind and machine
Digital neural blasphemy
Gluttonous tendencies, a dispute between capabilities
And moral philosophies creates a rift in society
We can see it, We can hear it
The storm of their siege paints the streets
Bloody ruins enshrined
Split by the wrath of the anciеnt one that we've awakеned
We can feel it, We can taste it
Humanity confined
Before we face the crimson flood
Watch their bodies gush with the life that flows through their veins
Coexistence violated unprovoked hostility
If we are to survive
Then we must deprive the wicked of their lives
Sickly in appearance
Vapid eyes, bereft of mind
To outlive these fiends we must abandon our humanity
We're at the point of crisis
There are those who choose to flee and those who fight to save the meek
Incurring casualties amidst the pandemonium
We must face the possibility
That if we fall we shall see the collapse of society
[Solo - M. Low]
I can see it, I can hear it
The storm of their siege paints the streets
Bloody ruins enshrined
Split by the wrath of the ancient one that we've awakened
I can feel it, I can taste it
Humanity confined
Before I face the crimson flood
See their bodies gush with the life that flows through their veins
Descending from the sky
This winged colossus bestows the seeds of malevolence
As if it were placed upon the earth itself
To shatter our illusions of deliverance
[Solo - M. Pugh]
Clutching the carcasses of our deceased
Spider-like droplets creep from its wrist
I watch in mesmeric horror as they crawl inside
Causing the lifeless to writhe
What faith remained for humankind fled from me hastily
A grim revelation takes root
As twisted bone and flesh become a hideous new being
A graveborn soulless entity devoid of empathy
This incarnation was the first of many
Awakened to prey upon a dwindling populace
Obstructing light with a blanket of darkness
As our new god blots out the sun
The wilted husks of human flesh
Can only bask in sorrow
At the point of no return
There are those who have perished
Only to rise diabolically
As living heirs of catastrophe
A grim revelation takes root
We are being harvested
In death we will carry out the deeds
Of a new unhallowed dynasty
