Album: Epicurean Mass (2003)

Pierced By Cruel Winds


Coming forth from the horizon, an army of the dead
On top of woolly mammoths they ride, galloping ahead
Across the mountains pillaging all that is in sight
Satisfying the ancient ones, death it's appetite.

As the stars align
Signaling our demise
We take arms and fight
To save our lives

They are closing in
We will never win
Against forces undead, we shall bow our heads

Everyone is dying, those who fear it's might
Of the few, of the unbroken, who will stand and fight.

Against forces undead, we shall bow our heads
What can we do, we've succumbed to you.