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Night. It’s quiet, eternal.

The ice winds sting my face.

It’s buried beneath us,

A seed from another time.

Creation, or godhood,

We know not what’s in store for us

Beyond the sea,

All knowledge ends where

We can never be.

On shoulders of giants,

We dig ourselves a grave,

We’re blissful, unknowing,

It’s incomprehensible.

Creation, or godhood,

The birth of another race,

And our possession of

This world is over,

Never meant to be.

Why? The Gods have left us to die.

We roam this earth, a misbegotten crusade.

Why? We await Their Word from the sky.

We prep for battle while you squander your aid.

Why? The Gods declare we should try

Take back this world and pray the insects will fade.

Die as we reclaim what was lost.

Die amidst the hail and the frost.

Running, running, always running away.

As the Angels fall from the sky,

Turn your eyes away and cower for your life.

Death and destruction,

Fire from the heavens,

Plague rats decaying,

Razed by our conquest.

Shelter in the center,

With venom in our lies.

Rip these scars wide open,

Our pestilent disguise.

Ancient scrolls have foretold our future.

Interlopers, our God abandoned us.

Bombs rain from iron clouds,

Swine, knave, entrenching,

Death march in winter,

Blood from your lost limbs.

Shelter in the center,

With venom in our lies.

Rip these scars wide open,

Our pestilent disguise.

Ancient scrolls have foretold our future.

Interlopers, our God abandoned us.

In dreams, haunting visions,

We climb endless mountains.

We seek godly wisdom

Only in the confines of this

Dogma. Generations

Mutate cosmic order,

Defend what was thought to be

A truth bestowed from up above.

(solo - Saillant)

(solo - Matarazzo)

Gods walk among us,

Vile, warped imposters,

Slaves to their scriptures,

Hellspawn oppressor.

Shelter in the center,

With venom in our lies.

Rip these scars wide open,

Our pestilent disguise.

Ancient scrolls have foretold our future.

Interlopers, our God abandoned us.