The Un-Manifest

Right now, he awaits at the threshold

Don't let him in

No, don't let him in

Though he is dressed like the rest of us

He has the jackal's eyes

The jackal's eyes

Oh, the immortal is coming

And with him comes the storm

Black smoke fills the air

With anger as black as the cellars of hell

He wears your shame like a cloak made for kings

He wears your shame like a cloak made for kings



They will come like...

Parasites swarming in

Dressed in lies of normality

To appease the death of innocence

And its growing appetite



Abandon all hope!

Abandon all hope!

Abandon all hope!



Parasites swarming in

Dressed in lies of normality

To appease the death of innocence

And its growing appetite



Parasites swarming in

Dressed in lies of normality

To appease the death of innocence

And its growing appetite