Enter An Encysted Hibernation Songtext

The soul of the dead ruler might climb to the sky
drawn their sins suspended on helical tombs
in foreground rises the creepy shape of the unholy ones
larvae's covering waiting for rebirth's sign
enter an encysted hibernation
Empery's necrofarmers cultivate these inseminoids
but what they do with their harvest lifeless
no one knows even if they will see the light of day
immerge their scabbards on glacial calabooses
enter an encysted hibernation