Leave this earth behind
Ascend upon the skies

To fruition comes the plan mapped by the allied sect
To appose the ghosts of tongue
All breeds vow to protect
To relinquish atrocities made by once mortal men
The self-fulfilling profits of natural orders descent

We will hunt them find them kill them on earth air fire and sea
Our elements will be our weapons, sculpt the laws of each

Take to the skies
Mute testimonies of the lost arts of antiquity
Take to the skies
Mute testimonies of the lost arts of antiquity
Take to the skies
Mute testimonies of the lost arts of antiquity
Take to the skies
Strength encompassing
Ascendance to the summoning
Rise from earth

Conquer the live undead
Redeem our species
We are our elder's seeds
Transport in secrecy
Employ the recoil of all that is
Take to the skies
Mute testimonies of the lost arts of antiquity
Take to the skies
Mute testimonies of the lost arts of antiquity
Take to the skies
Mute testimonies of the lost arts of antiquity
Take to the skies
Strength encompassing
Ascendance to the summoning
Rise from earth

Conquer the live undead
Redeem our species
We are our elder's seeds
Transport in secrecy
Employ the recoil of all that is

Ancient burden not with pain those heroic that which ensue this conquest
Guide them unscorned through your righteous maze of burning stars

Follows now the internal process of transportation to the collective assembly
Assurance of your return lay only
Upon our full victory
First vanquish the repulsive pulse of fear that rots within

Release the mind, release the flesh!
Remove your eyes now
Sink your vision deep withi your imploding mass
What remains will follow
Cacophonic shrills leech the exhausted
Dissipating breath out your throat into the air
The blood well that lets from your
Dormant sockets hosts your soul
Let it billow from the fading flashes of your decomposing
Your self now filters up through the crimson mist
Of your empty shell, become as light not seen
Yet to behold all sight without eye

To hear the echo of your banshee without the use of sound

All red encompassing, not alone yet without the self
Threads of your past remain to engulf what now elevates
Thoughts form to you as skin beckons selfless destiny
A mockery of flesh serves now as your protective shield

The composition of your past frail recollect
Protects you from awaiting atmospheres alien to man
No longer are you human but a pure catalyst of man
To join in the séance on the planet where the eldest lay

Arrive encrusted in the ash of your scalded live
On the Omni ancients infinite resting ground