Church of Void - Hyperborean

Maggots keep striving
For eternal life
And yet there's nothing
To keep them alive
Flowing's the venom
Of children who wept
Like Saint Vitus said
They are The Walking Dead

Hyperborean
(No trends...)
Hyperborean
(Oh yeah...!)

Servers are down
Phones have been crushed
Assaulting with riffs
Are the last chosen ones
Curse lies upon them
Need to be set free
2000 years and waiting
- What we call blasphemy!

I'm a Hyperborean
Standing on peaks white
Behind the misty mountains
Far north, I bring you light
I'm a Hyperborean
This nordic hell I breathe
You would fear and loathe
- While I call it home

Twilight of the Idols...
Twilight of the Idols...
Twilight of the Idols...
Twilight of the Idols...