[Verse 1]
Again these fires
Your necro civilization
Its debris he makes
Shadows from the deep call my name
You will not understand

[Verse 2]
The age of sickness
From beyond
The wasteland
Grave in fresh, clean material
I will leave you to bask in confusion
Our answer will remain justified
Run, now run around
The circles will not be broken

[Bridge]
A death of my own
Your necro civilization, its debris he makes alone
Shadows from the deep calls my name
Grave in fresh, clean material

[Verse 3]
I will leave you to bask in confusion
Run, now run around
The circles will not be broken