We reside in the darkest catacombs
We gather as swarms, as hordes
We lurk at the killing hour
When the sun sets and sleeps
Reverence, brought by the father of death
And our spirits remain insane
Scars from steel are born
forever raped and torn
We embark magisterial journey
We hunt in tactical unison
We return at the killing (hour)
Reverence, brought by the father of death
And our spirits remain insane
Scars from steel are born
forever raped and torn
The monoliths of our ancestral pact
Bind the instincts of our nature
To create our own morality
And weep not unto the holy vanity
