In this obsidian miasma
Everything tears at everything without end
Upon a lightless throne beyond the veil
She summons unlife from within
For we are a blight, endless swarming disease
Feasting on the blood of the light
For this sweet still night is our only release
From this hell
A mass of limbs and teeth
Steeped in rancid brine
Cast forth
Cast forth from the voidwomb of time
For we are a blight, endless swarming disease
Feasting on the blood of the light
For this sweet still night is our only release
From this hell"