Whirling spectral voices It's chaos in the flesh returning (once again) The oldest living thing A silent specter sting Whirling spectral voices The ancient (enemy) Assumes the (god) form Then comes to feed Whirling, spectral, voices Silent, specter, stings Feasting on our knowledge There's no chance (for escape) the horror has awakened Your time will soon be here For centuries asleep dormant (between feedings) Consuming all your souls Your knowledge it retains The beast came up from hell tonight I think he wants to dance. A congregation of drones A church of the dead A phantom priest is preaching The words of the damned.