Primeval Depths of Chaos Lyrics

Come spirits come
To feed upon a man with the purest heart
Spirits alive
The fate, indeed was sealed with blood
My flesh was torn
For the first child
Never to be born

The doom will come
From the primeval depths of chaos
Predestined to die by the formless chaos

Predestined to die, an idle endeavour
Predestined to die

Posthumous rites
Spirits alive

Oescient vortex
Vapours
Of non-existence
Syphon
The souls
Into
Blackness

And so the dread
Came
As a swirling mass
Of teeth and claws
Swept the bodies
Into the mounds

Vats
The dead in slumber
Filled the cracks

The dead in slumber
Dead descent