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 jackals 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 name like a cloak made for kings

He wears your name 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