Arise from the pit of plague
Into the realm of skin
Fly the flags of hate and war

Abort the ruler impure

Disturbance ever present

Through the unhallowed black

The weight of the funeral urn

And the voice of a storm

Fly the flags of hate and war

Abort the ruler impure

Disturbance ever present

Through the unhallowed black
Dead souls will not sleep
The roar of a thousand throats