Fear the Maskim, for they take your soul!
Fear the Watchers from the shadows
The hunters, they lie in wait
Watch the shadows, or your soul they'll take!
Seven gates they keep
Seven keys they hold
The seven watchers wait
Their black wings unfold
Born of the void, born out of Time
Of chaos old, apart from the world
But with the ancient keys, and evil texts,
They are summoned from the pits of hell
Across the seas of madness, through the forests dread
The spires of the Maskim rise; the sky impaled
Blanket with the clouds, and hidden in the sands
The temple rests among, the blasted lands
Their battle cry, warlords of hell
Blood to the bridle; the mighty felled
Bloodlust seething rage; undead minion swarms,
with eyes of furious gaze; a fury hell-borne
Fear the Maskim, for they take your soul!
Fear the Watchers from the shadows
The hunters, they lie in wait
Watch the shadows, or your soul they'll take!
Across the seas of madness, through the forests dread
The spires of the Maskim rise; the sky impaled
Blanket with the clouds, and hidden in the sands