Crucifiction - They Come in Slumber lyrics

They'll come to you From vile graves With rubbery flesh They're horned and black They'll drag you deep Into the chaos To gulch of nightmares They fly on wings Your screams A psalm to accompany The moan of the Soggoths The fiends of black They have no face Eternal ire The price to pay From the stars they ride winds Through the gate Where Azathoth dreams Spawned in dismal, wretched graves Chanting Yog Sothoth's praise The creeping serpent's hiss A numb orchestra's dirge Pestilence their breath as venom That scars your mourn with scorn The fear inscests your soul The night gaunts They bring the ache You shan't escape The horrid heralds The fiends of black They have no face