Abigail Williams

The kingdom of heaven is foundering
A foulness to the race of man
Where they worship in the lands of the north
Where elder gods still lie in slumber
In the dim light behold the vengeance
Of the infinite abyss
Their seasons
Their blood
There is nothing but reservoirs of darkness
Their seasons
Their blood
There is nothing
Rise
Stricken with fear and repent
Rise
Stricken with fear
The darkest clouds form an alliance
They're pounding away at the dawn
(rise)
Where the cold waters tread fear
The kingdom of heaven is foundering
A foulness to the race of man
The blackest of tides is rising