Limo Vincit Omnia

High upon that blasted, fortified plateau
 within their sanctuary of salt and sorrow
 Morbid throngs march to the call of umbral gods
 outside comprehension
 Dark crusade, from deathless realm they came
 to amalgamate dimensions
 certa enim gloria.
 numquam non parata.
 Deus noster pro nobis
 Limo vincit omnia
 Tainted youth, catechized legions of untruth
 do they not yet comprehend?
 Now ensnared by the web of their deceit
 acquiescent, servile, weak
 This ritual of loathsome conjuration
 akashic machinations from shadow priests who utter
 the gathas of Mollusca
 that poisons our existence
 between purity and putrescence they draw power
 The bloodshed of the ancestors
 Forsaken dead
 Sacrificed so the worlds might mend
 all filaments have opened
 the shadows bleed
 infinity spewing forth from the gaping breach
 We shall dredge the depths of their pestiferous swamp
 and the last bastion of light shall fall into ruin
 Once besieged, the walls shall liquify beneath
 the force of Rhaexorog's harrowing screams
 Twin blasphemies; Kak and Ick shall come together
 to rouse their father from the nether