Pummel Lyrics

The Watchers of the Gate of Souls shall make the way,
The Five are red in teeth and claw,
The head, the heart, the hands, and the eyes,
All combine and create the Five.
For we are many...

For in the western deserts
He finds a form
He is the Child with the Mouth of Blood,
The bleakness before the Beginning of time,
He is the glint of ice in a murderer's eye,
The savage heart of every crime.
For we are many...

And lo, if War should have a face,
This one of Five would show the bleeding mask,
Ears pricked to savor every scream,
Teeth bared to strip the carcass wet,
And tongues to lap the vessels dry.
For we are many...

The knife shall curve its bloody ritual,
A sanguinary return to a darker place.
Flesh running cold with the shedding tears,
To shred, to cut, to slice, to know
The weeping wound and its glooming soul.
For We Are many...

From the east the idiot monster cometh,
With nails to announce the blasphemous intent.
In still dark chambers it awaits, the Shadow
Ebon body, scars the power,
Dark Messiah with a hideous strength.
For We Are Many...

The Lizard King shall lead the Five
From out of the southern gaol shall cut his bloody swathe.
True hate shall find a way
In Him the Darkness stands revealed,
His eyes as void as a dead man's gaze,
As cold as the light from a dying star.
For we are many...

I am the lord of deadside, walker between the worlds, immortal voodoo warrior.