Thoughtless visions of the dead
Bear witness to the blood-soaked horrors
From the walls of crimson red
Ancient forms of flesh-wrought towers
They reap the lives of our kin
To recreate their realm of sin
Creatures engineered without a name
Empty receptacles, no will of their own
Eldritch science built to reclaim
On a foundation of flesh and bone
The lidless gaze of their eye
Summons destruction from the sky
They are the chosen few
Eternally damned
Our bodies turn into
The bricks of their land
The eyes, they always see
A cycle of pain and misery
Tales of unholy blasphemy
Terrors far beyond your imagining
Scenes from a nightmarish memory
Angels of death on silver wings
They dance upon the graves of worlds
Twisted monstrosities, a fortress of doom
Invincible warlords of old
Will resurrect their race anew