The Soulless - Tide of Pestilence lyrics

On the first night of moon light full, a rift between the worlds Rancid visitation, horrendous aberration Invasion of a place once a sanctuary, welcomed not by the mortal inhabitants Putrid procession of foul intent, kneel before the tide of pestilence Their duties only to end this world They come from a parallel world, a void of matter and life These things created by our own twisted visions the echoes of our nightmares Unfettered by the limitations of earthly physics and undirected by any intelligent purpose Children tainted of infestation crafted with corruption loathsome creations Of twisted parental love Putrid procession of foul intent, kneel before the tide of pestilence Their duties only to end this world End this world They come from a parallel world, a void of matter and life These things created by our own twisted visions the echoes of our nightmares Kneel beore the tide of pestilence