Dead eyes gazing into darkness
Swaying to the icy wind
We stand on the edge of the precipice
Awaiting for our turn
A long line of black specters
Moving in the murky gloom
Reaching for the jaws of the mad giant
Our new dawn will be coming soon
Hellborne
Dead will walk the earth
Observing the funeral procession
Upon his high and darkened throne
The angel of reincarnation
The master of the Nephilim
So soon we'll join our earthly brothers
In their ethereal brave new world
We are longing for their pleasure
Of tasting their heavenly flesh
Shapes are shifting through the darkness
Of this cold world of ice and sand
Where twisted metal frames and skeletons
Pollute the rotten noxious ground
With dry lungs full of maggots we try to breathe
Through caked blood
Growling through our raspy, muddy voices
Still smelling of the grave
Eternal state of putrid vapors
Oblivion our predicament
Until infernal phosphorescence awoke us
And sent us heeding to its call
We move towards the edge in silence
Beneath the scorched and blackened sky
Beyond the eerie glow at the horizon
Together we will tear down the wall
A world of flesh, so fresh and meaty
Behold our promised land
We'll clean our throats and fill our veins with blood
Out of entropy we will arise again
Like pilgrims on our holy journey
We lurk through waste and festering decay
Propelled by bloody lust toward the living
We'll rip your limbs and take your soul away
So when you hear us knocking
On your front door late at night
Don't keep your loved ones waiting
And don't reach out for the light
Hellborne…
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