Far across windswept mountaintops
To consider his eventual return
He must pass on this cursed fate
Reborn, all, it must die
Manifest but one event
Purge of the ages
Constant cries, no reconciliation
They will fall, they will crawl
In filth, in blood, in charred viscera
Reveal all we saw
Wrath in my eyes, forward I march
Tied to the fate of my master
Sent out in force, we signal the others
Kill them and feed on their cries