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