Buried under a shroud of ice In undead sleep they dwell Waiting for their time to rise Unseen, untouched, unclean Monolithic ascension, strongholds of the unknown Impaling the sky Nameless architecture, monuments in black From the deepest of all depths Frozen temples, defying the claws of time Cryptic choirs Echoing winds, in unearthly tongues Again they shall be The stench of d**h and decay Arousing their hunger Emerging from their icy tomb By night they come... Buried under a shroud of ice In undead sleep they dwell Those who were before Subterranean creatures Crawling through the shadows From unlight they arise... Once again... they will reign In Inferno