Acolytes

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