I walk the valley of shadow of death
I am the Crawling Chaos!
Festering... at the catafalque of mankind
Torn apart by lies, again a sacrifice
Neither like a wild beast or a god...
Bathing in the stench of death forevermore
With a promise of consolation
As I wait in line to die...
Only to fulfill the promise of hell
A new terror born in death.
I am a new superstition
Entering... the unassailable fortress of forever.
Dead alive, as daylight dim my eyes