Thy kingdom of heaven is foundering
A foulness to the race of man
Where they worship in the lands of the north
Where elder gods still lie in slumber.
In the dim light behold the vengeance of the infinite abyss.
Their seasons,
Their blood,
There is nothing but reservoirs of darkness
Their seasons their blood
There is nothing.
Rise, stricken with fear and repent
Rise, stricken with fear
The darkest clouds form an alliance
They're pounding away at the dawn
(Rise) where the cold waters tread fear.
Thy kingdom of heaven is foundering
A foulness to the race of man
The blackest of tides is rising
Storming across the heavens.
In the dim light behold the vengeance of the infinite abyss.
Divine diseases
Ailments of infinity
Dwells no part of empyrean virtue
I bid you, I bid you haste.
I bid you haste.
Their seasons
Their blood
There is nothing but reservoirs of darkness
Their seasons their blood
There is nothing.
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comRise, stricken with fear and repent
Rise, stricken with fear
The darkest clouds form an alliance
They're pounding away at the dawn
(rise) Where the cold waters tread fear.