Lyrics Travellers of the Vortex - Demiurg

Travellers of the Vortex

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 ris and aeons fall
The walls bleed blood
Jet black ful 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