Grey Tide

Out of a twisted womb I crawl

The child of stone and tainted blood

And I, I am the chosen

I'm the one ordained to right the hand of God

The meek will drench the altar

Suffer like me

Run, run, run

All will drown beneath the grey tide

As flesh is tolled in the steel hail

Souls are left to howl in the dark wind

And so the end

The many gods drawn to my side

Weave mighty spells, and for all time

I dwell within the ether

Suffer like me

Run, run, run

All will drown beneath the grey tide

Smoking ashes drifting through the sky

A million voices asking why

Ana-I nathrakh, you-rth va-s bethud, dokhje-I djenvo

Rise, rise, rise, rise

Suffer like me

Run, run, run

All will drown beneath the grey tide