From the Dark Past (They Come) - Katalepsy

Space is deserted

But not lifeless!

Its sepulchral blackness is an unsuitable place

For the eyes that can see

His miracles are strange

And frightening and his gifts are terrible

Those who were when there was nothing

Those who were before nothing

Will shake off age-old torpor

Will rise in all abomination

Will sit on the empty throne

Of homo-asapience

Will make nests in the guts

Of the defeated king of nature

Will make nests in the guts

Will rise in all abomination

Their hands are on your throat

But you can’t see them

Do you have the strength

To fight the poison that is worse than death?

Their hands are on your throat

But you can’t see them

Do you have the strength

To resist the will of the stars?

Horror that crawled out the belly of starless night

Horror that’s stretching for thousands years

Horror that is relentless, insatiable, invisible

The world of light is cursed and enslaved forever

Listen and obey, mother-borns!

Bow your heads before praised with howl!

Let sate them with your warm blood

Giving the life to their descendants!

Horror that awakened by boiling blood

Horror that came for death

Horror that’s relentless, insatiable, invisible

The age of fear and fires

Will make nests in the guts

Of the defeated king of nature

Will make nests in the guts

Will rise in all their abomination

Horror that crawled out the belly of starless night

Horror that’s stretching for thousands years

Horror that is relentless, insatiable, invisible

The world of light is cursed and enslaved

Forever!