There is a sound that awakens
The hearts of legions — a mighty roar
That deafens the loudest cries
The swarming wild, bestial fever
Killing salvation
The path of the rebel God
Darkness calls
Trance of death
Fevers rising
Summon the wild
Come forth — worship the great death
Stare into the eye of the abyss
Swept in the tides that rise from below
By the jaws of the world — equalizer
Entwined in enigmatic flow
Echoes crack like godless thunder
Ripping death
Now intercede
Cast out the frail and weak
Transform — rise higher
Ascend into the dark
To conquer the great rising
How long before a parasite
Becomes a plague?
The yell of the legion
Drowns the weakness of the flesh
Behold the sound that awakens
The hearts of legions
Our mighty roar that deafens the cries
For the clay-born shall be summoned to the pyre
From ashes rise
The path of the rebel God
Ripping death
Now intercede
Cast out the frail and weak
Transform — ascend the dark
To conquer the great immortal
