Inside the earth, they scheme for the slaughter
Forbidden to be, for no one to see
Onnocence for pain, they twist in pleasure
Spawn from a life of gods
The watcher is all, destruction befall
Eternal debase, deceive or prevail
We rot to the core, the final ambition
The hunger begins to grow
Oblivious one, the fall has begun
The presence evolves, the colony grows More from Nocturnal Rites