Hellborne -

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…