Blood Vortex
Jonas Renkse
Speaking by the name of Seti
The effigy speaks through a mask made of human skin
Godless, fallen, soul impaled
A name must be upon you before we will let you in
Bloodshed in the name of sorrow
Stone is cast for the enemy to walk in harm's way
We will make him burn and burn again
Lost in the vortex he is gone, no blessing underway
Coming of flood, sickening God
Bring him to me, torrent of blood
Coming of flood, sickening God
Bring him to me, torrent of blood
Rid us the disease of mankind
Unseen is he who will ultimately control the gift
Blocking out the Sun
Our chains eroded, we are finally set adrift
Coming of flood, sickening God
Bring him to me, torrent of blood
Coming of flood, sickening God
Bring him to me, torrent of blood