Wyrd کے بول

They spawn, they crawl, they squall Save your life They eat, they feed, they breed No more time Fear their screams Heed the call Inside, outside, townswide Here they come Maiming, rending, chewing No more hope Fear their screams Heed the call The cult bequeath fear Visions of death appear Terrors darkest seed Horrors from the reed They'll run, they'll hide, they'll fright All in vain Praying, praying, praying All in vain Read the psalms Clasp your palms The cult bequeath fear Visions of death appear Terrors darkest seed Horrors from the reed Now barren, now cold, devoid No more will Ora frustra mortis terrore All will fall Read the psalms Clasp your palms The cult bequeath fear Visions of death appear Terrors darkest seed Horrors from the reed