Sound the trumpets
Goths at your gates
Age old abundance
Lying in wait
Knuckles white (No sight)
Pearlescent fright
(Lowered at the thought)
Cower in your fear
Of the coming of the night
Serpentine, the way we're always Shedding skin
Prophesied, the reign of the Barbarian
Let the thunder roll off
(Come down)
Tongues and down the throats (Open Throats)
Let the nobles (Choke on)
Fall and drown in their own moats