Eaters of the Dead

Fog overcasts their dissension
In preparation for total annihilation
The serpent leads its children

Ransack all everything must die
Fuel the fire embrace the fear
Death isn’t the worse thing to face

Right is the mother of darkness
Seek out the destruction
Blood quenches the thirst

Feeding off the terror we conjure
Our hunger is never sufficed
Hatred and agony our device
We are the eaters of the dead

Glory to the ancient ones
Their souls give us power
Living amongst the mountains
We are the eaters of the dead

The rivers of blood are shouldered
Our enemies none the bolder
Darkness sets in the sky
The air we bring grows colder

Only death sets us free