Disinter - Whirling Spectral Voices lyrics

Whirling spectral voices

It's chaos in the flesh

returning (once again)

The oldest living thing

A silent specter sting

Whirling spectral voices

The ancient (enemy)

Assumes the (god) form

Then comes to feed

Whirling, spectral, voices

Silent, specter, stings

Feasting on our knowledge

There's no chance (for escape)

the horror has awakened

Your time will soon be here

For centuries asleep

dormant (between feedings)

Consuming all your souls

Your knowledge it retains

The beast came up from hell tonight

I think he wants to dance.

A congregation of drones

A church of the dead

A phantom priest is preaching

The words of the damned.