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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Summoner's Circle
Summoner's Circle
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Herb Himes
Herb Himes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yanic Bercier
Yanic Bercier
Producer
WaveTransform Recording Studio
WaveTransform Recording Studio
Producer

Lyrics

He watches the desolation
With a savage fervor
The land once teeming with green
Reduced to ashen waste
The wraith Lord oversees all
Through hoarfrost armor
Hides a faceless visage of pestilence Named for his gaze
His blighted hoards of damned
Spare none from the sickness
They slave endlessly
To maintain their construct
A great symbol of his wrath
Left to harbor the dead
Bone and stone
Ground flesh, blood mortar
Sigils of hate bind their souls
Left to feel every moment
Of eternal suffering
Overseer of the infernal construct
At its core, the frost fire rages
Fueled by the essence
Of the sacrifices
Charging the eternal winter
Bloodstained rime grows
Where life once teemed
A shattering shriek
Calls the dead to view
As the infernal construct erupts
Raining sulphur thermite
from the sky
The harbinger of death
Relishes the putrid divine
Bone and stone
Ground flesh, blood mortar
Sigils of hate bind their souls
Left to feel every moment
Of eternal suffering
Overseer of the infernal construct
He watches the desolation
Overseer of the infernal construct
A curse of frigid rot
In his grip you've been caught
Your fight for life is for naught
For its your flesh that has been sought
Overseer of the infernal construct
None stand in defiance
Of the Overseer's malice
No relics or lands will appease
To extinguish the life that you'll seize
Leave all to suffer
And feel no more
But the eternal anguish
To tear the universe apart
But this Old God will soon learn
When he encounters we six
What happens when bound
For we have heard
His infernal war call
And with a magick much darker
He too shall fall
Written by: Herb Himes
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