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 we 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
Certa enim gloria
Numquam non parata
Deus noster pro nobis
Limo vincit omnia
