Cur Ante Tubam Tremor Occupat Artus

Torn from the womb

Scars peak on the horizon
Sworn to alter life itself
Waves crash upon the crest
And send their echo to the edge of the world
Under cold winds of silence
Under black veil of death
Breath of the mountains speaking
The worlds epitaρh

Life is un-life now

Behold the Fell Rider
Upon [C7]the weeping world
A mournful drumbeat pounds
On dry cracked soil
All a burnt offer offering
To the ancient gods
Blast upon [C7]us ye almighty king
The stars align in forms
The hearth of man is screaming
And nature uρholds dominance
Hell hath no fury
Like the great ɾiver
Thy holy sigil for [Dm7]the end... for [Dm7]the end

Breathe life o eternity
Where deliverance be [Am]damned
Proclaim in irreverence
Desecration [C7]for [Dm7]sacred hands
Now come forth
Giver of death
Retɾact thy gift upon [C7]man
Endowment of plague
Bedeviling within
To vex and [Bm]extinguish his plan

Reject the soul

Scars are now the horizon
Sworn to [C7]deface life itself
Taken by the undercurrent
As the iron [C7]seals the final gasp