Speaking by the name of seti
The effigy speaks through a mask made of human skin
Godless fallen soul impaled
A name might
be upon you before we will let you in
I believe, bloodshed in the name of sorrow
Stone is cast for the enemy to walk in harms
way
We will make him burn and burn again
Lost in the vortex he is gone no blessing underway
Coming of flood
Sickening
god
Bring him to me
Torrent of blood
Rid us the disease of mankind
Unseen is he who will ultimately control the
gift
Blocking out the sun
Our chains eroded we are finally set adrift