The distortion, ceremonial Apathy shaped like a cage The poisonous cauldron Emptied with feverish rage As transparency tears Through the dead, pungent air Like storms from the dying past Frozen circles of timeless despair In a blur of black wings They storm out of the past Infested with the promise of death Infested with eternal death The procession never ending The fatalistic void In oblivion cloaked Men forever shaped out of clay In blind hallucination Their irreversible truth Rituals hedonistic Resignation designed from above In a blur of black wings They storm out of the past Infested with eternal death In a blur of black wings They storm out of the past Infested with the promise of death Infested with eternal death Perfection dressed in crippled dreams Dead rhythms, sharpened to the obscene On fevered wings Awakened from our nameless sleep On fevered wings Eternal death, to the lords of the keep In a blur of black wings They storm out of the past Infested with eternal death In a blur of black wings They storm out of the past Infested with the promise of death