You say you know me 
I'm the poison in your veins 

My faith is not welcome here 
I break the young and the cold 

There is a darkness here 
You cannot imagine
You cannot fathom 
It speaks to me in tongues 

Can you hear it? 

I've built my tower of song 
With words as bitter, splintered bone 
Gnarled and wretched, spiteful and harsh

I've cursed the vermin, the vermin of the earth 
I've wished pestilence upon the foul and weak 

Not just men, but women and children too 
With a rusted blade across their throats 

I've played the tyrant's hand against the rhyme and 
reason of fools 
I've prayed to sickly children

In their blackened cities of filth...

You say you know me, do you? 
Cause I'm the poison in your veins 
My faith, it is not welcome here 

The wilderness is gathering all its children in... 

"The ghosts of our pasts are gathered at the borders of 
every nation waiting to reign a terrible wrath upon us. 
Men's hearts are turning, darker and darker as every 
day passes. Old Europe is changing, the world is 
changing. The wilderness is gathering its children in, 
there is terrible maelstrom gathering. Can you see it? 
Do you know it? Where shall you stand?"