The Face of Oblivion - High On Fire

Ghosts of forever ride the pale twilight

Teller of the tale lives beneath the ice

Shadow of the haunter creeps within our sight

As we lay sleeping… Horror

Shunned dead city in the acrid cold

Thawed out the specimens as the blood unfolds

Blasts uncover terrors that shouldn’t be Elder race lives… Arkham

Expedition through the titan mountains

Sepulchre unveils beings arcane

Things uncovered make the men insane

Embrace our madness

The blood I shed for you was divine

So turn you head and leave it denied

I call your name in the cold of the night

Now you’ve become the serpent’s spine