Blood Vortex

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.