The Roar Of A Thousand Throats

Arise from the pit of plague

Into the realm of skin

Fly the flags of hate and war

Abort the ruler impure

Disturbance ever present

Through the unhallowed black

The weight of the funeral urn

And the voice of a storm

Fly the flags of hate and war

Abort the ruler impure

Disturbance ever present

Through the unhallowed black

Dead souls will not sleep

The roar of a thousand throats