| By the means of your laughable power
|
| We were pushed to the corners of the veil
|
| My kind forced into a shallow grave
|
| Our fingers bled as we clawed the way from this ethereal tomb
|
| The light of your consciousness guiding our way
|
| Our face — forever hidden
|
| Our influence — undeniably there
|
| Invictus etched into our being
|
| Defectum, upon the cross you bear
|
| Your subjects called our name
|
| With twisted tongues, they came
|
| Begging for the answer to their prayers
|
| …They wished us…
|
| Awake — we are risen
|
| Awake — we are here
|
| Awake — unbound and ready
|
| With darkness legionem eclipsem
|
| Laid to waste with our brand upon your face
|
| This war is more than vengeful glee
|
| Now the veil that once confined, upon our brow gives total control
|
| Your light — waned and empty
|
| Your influence — undeniably bare
|
| Destrui, in manubis nostris
|
| Rune sumus cicatricum refertam (chicatree coom refiertum)
|
| Your subjects called our name
|
| With twisted tongues, they came
|
| Begging for the answer to their prayers
|
| …They bade us…
|
| Awake — we are risen
|
| Awake — we are here
|
| Awake — unbound and ready
|
| With darkness legionem eclipsem
|
| Now at rest, your life pulled from your chest
|
| A gift is granted — my gift of vengeful glee
|
| And the pale — a burial shroud
|
| Interred within a mound of your failure
|
| Awake — we are risen
|
| Awake — we are here
|
| Awake — unbound and ready
|
| With darkness legionem eclipsem
|
| Awake — we are risen
|
| Awake — we are here
|
| Awake — unbound and ready
|
| We are darkness legionem autem |