"That is not dead which can eternal lie
And with strange eons even death may die"
Can you feel the pulse of the dead?
Crawling through your dreams
Can you sense the call of hate?
Supreme, old, true fucking evil!
Thirsting for the older dawn
The dead waits dreaming
Star born demon spawn
Dead eyes gleaming
Black madness from the sea
Shadows from the past
What once where again shall be
Holocaust at last
Can you feel the pulse of Hell?
Crawling through your dreams
Can you sense the hunger from beneath?
Supreme, old, true fucking evil!
Thirsting for the older spawn
The dead waits dreaming
Again I see the older dawn
Dead eyes gleaming
