Right now, he awaits at the threshold
Don't let him in!
No, don't let him in!
And though he is dressed like the rest of us,
He has the jackal's eyes!
The jackal's eyes!
Oh, the immortal is coming
And with him comes the strom
Black smoke fills the air
With anger as black as the cellars of hell!
He wears your shame
Like a cloak made for kings
They will come
Like parasites swarming in
Dressed in lies of normalcy
To appease the death of innocence
And] it's growing appetite
Abandon all hope!
Abandon all hope!
Parasites swaeming in
Dressed in lies of normalcy
To appease the death of innocence
And it's growing appetite
