Travellers Of The Vortex 歌词

Gathered to make the horrendous done, chanting the words to invoke the ancient ones The morbid fog covers the earth, sentinent mist of ages From crypts below the ooze, of a thousand aeons Open the gates to the fourth dimension, let the vortex spill into this world Maelstrom directing the overlords, towards the heaving earth Inside these temple walls, kingdoms rise and aeons fall The walls bleed blood, jet black fuel for the altar In the circle of ritual, open veins bring power; the ones from above, overload of human measures brings the gate Invoking the spirits of another realm, horrible masters of the dead And in the aftermath, the earth lay smoking dead... Ruled by new masters, from the fourth dimension