Upon the precipice
I raise my hands
Bow down do the minions by my side
Their purpose; "The world to come."

Abscorned souls as the prophecy foretold
Shall be forfeit, to the soil

In Hells dale, grey has dwelled, for too long

We look for the resurrection of the dead, and the life of the world to return
We look for the resurrection of the dead, and the life of the world to return

Raised in the kingdom of liars
Now I'm the pariah
Summoning the mouth of Imhruden
The jaws of Terra

Kill the fucking weak

Lets set the record straight I know you made the virus, that's poisoned my mind
And I'm sick of this shit, fuck you!