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