From the recording American Rome
Lyrics and Music written and produced by Scott Callahan
Lyrics
Cold Mist Upon the Land
Empty Skulls in the Grave
Death to the Motherland
Meetings of Dark Conclave
The black priest sings out
The beast is almost near
Seeking those that are devout
Everything that you fear
Do not utter a single word
Nothing will save you now
Your brain will become blurred
We seek to disavow
Your soul is now mine
There is no final chance
You must run to the shrine
It is your final dance
Deep down you want to scream
But your pain just begins
Call out to the sacred Cherubim
Angel of death now grins
Do not utter a single word
Nothing will save you now
Your brain will become blurred
We seek to disavow