In Nameless Sleep

The distortion, ceremonial
 Apathy shaped like a cage
 The poisonous cauldron
 Emptied with feverish rage
 As transparency tears
 Through the dead, pungent air
 Like storms from the dying past
 Frozen circles of timeless despair
 In a blur of black wings
 They storm out of the past
 Infested with the promise of death
 Infested with eternal death
 The procession never ending
 The fatalistic void
 In oblivion cloaked
 Men forever shaped out of clay
 In blind hallucination
 Their irreversible truth
 Rituals hedonistic
 Resignation designed from above
 In a blur of black wings
 They storm out of the past
 Infested with eternal death
 In a blur of black wings
 They storm out of the past
 Infested with the promise of death
 Infested with eternal death
 Perfection dressed in crippled dreams
 Dead rhythms, sharpened to the obscene
 On fevered wings
 Awakened from our nameless sleep
 On fevered wings
 Eternal death, to the lords of the keep
 In a blur of black wings
 They storm out of the past
 Infested with eternal death
 In a blur of black wings
 They storm out of the past
 Infested with the promise of death