"The Rift" lyrics

Pulled from both directions
Hand in hand in hand in hand
Held together by fractured joints
Roots moving through the crust

Mouths smirking, venom spewing
The host is ready, the horde is willing
Division buried into flesh
Focus locked on the rift

Through transition of
Infected blood
False chants sung
In unison by the choir
It all materializes
From spirit to matter
Icons summoned
By the madness of crowds

Grown together as a being
From limb to limb to limb to limb
Swaying synchronized with the wind
Anchored firmly to the ground

Mouths smirking, venom spewing
The host is ready, the horde is willing
Division buried into flesh
Focus locked on the rift

The gorge is open
The abyss is calling
Kneel to the throne, kiss the ring
Kneel to the throne, kiss the ring