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.