Lyrics De Vermis Mysteriis - High On Fire

De Vermis Mysteriis

De Vermis Mysteriis, awkward and curious
Anoesis has opened its face
Kathulos, conjurer, tests of pain
Hasturers, pupils of black show their faith
Wizards, Hypoborea, Craft of Khem
Torn of the acriment, write of their place
Winds of Zaar, origin traced, blue of skin
Nuclear phase takes a race lost in time
Lance of kings, string of hate, obsessed upon morals
And taint that obeys winds and kinds
Perpetrate, land affixed, Acheron escaping the scrolls
And a fate of their shrine
Long live traveler, winds now die
Dark place creature, destined night