The kingdom of heaven is foundering
A foulness to the race of man
Where they worship in the lands of the north

Where elder gods still lie in slumber

In the dim light behold the vengeance

Of the infinite abyss

Their seasons

Their blood
There is nothing but reservoirs of darkness
Their seasons

Their blood
There is nothing


Rise
Stricken with fear and repent
Rise

Stricken with fear
The darkest clouds form an alliance
They're pounding away at the dawn

(rise)
Where the cold waters tread fear


The kingdom of heaven is foundering
A foulness to the race of man
The blackest of tides is rising

Storming across the heavens

In the dim light behold the vengeance

Of the infinite abyss

Divine diseases

Ailments of infinity
Dwells no part of empyrean virtue
I bid you haste


Their seasons
Their blood

There is nothing but reservoirs of darkness
Their seasons
Their blood

There is nothing

Rise

Stricken with fear and repent
Rise
Stricken with fear

The darkest clouds form an alliance
They're pounding away at the dawn
(rise)

Where the cold waters tread fear