Travellers of the Vortex - Demiurg

The morbid fog covers the earth

Sentinent mist of ages

From crypts below the ooze

Of a thousand aeons

Open the gates to the fourth dimension

Let the vortex spill into this world

Maelstrom directing the overlords

Towards the heaving earth

Inside these temple walls

Kingdoms ris and aeons fall

The walls bleed blood

Jet black ful for the altar

In the circle of ritual, open veins bring power

The ones from above

Overload of human measures brings the gate

Invoking the spirits of another realm

Horrible masters of the dead

And in the aftermath

The earth lay smoking dead

Ruled by new masters

From the fourth dimension