Ragnarök

Cultists rally to their twisted idols
And great gongs sound in anticipation of the coming sacrifices
The blood of the fallen flows ever downward along these titan spires
Protecting their gestating god
You have merely glimpsed the edge of the abyss
It crawls steadily upwards from the pit
The mad man hides there, behind the pews
Spouting his mindless drivel
Back to the pit
To the pit
Twisted idols
Gestating god
The gateless gate
A maddening aperture to realms beyond human understanding
Cultists rally to their twisted idols
Protecting their gestating god
The rightful owner has returned
And their kind is no longer welcome (welcome)
Madness
Gestating god
Twisted idols
Sacrifices
Gestating god
Great gongs sound in anticipation of the coming sacrifices
The mad man hides there, behind the pews
Spouting his mindless drivel
Madness
Sacrifices
Back to the pit
The abyss returns even the boldest gaze