The time has come for the gods of creation
To return at last to commence mass abductions
Sinister intentions of a dark existence
Emotionless in their brain
Silent in telepathic communication
Feeding on your pain
The time has come for this sick population
To be judged at last for years of mass destruction
Floating in the darkened clouds within the shadows
Descending into the night
Visiting the ones who sleep within the darkness
Taking them to the light
Descending from above deep in the dead of night
Controlling the thoughts inside your mind
Entering your dreams tormenting your every nerve
No one hears your cries
Coming from the darkest depths of the universe
No human has ever seen until now
Bending space and time traveling through the endless
Streams and channels of wormholes
Trapped in the walls of your subconscious
Into their realm of torment
Taken beyond the outer limits into dark dimensions
Unknown to this world
Distant beyond all human measure
Observing forms of intelligence
From shadows above
Dismal they come invisible
To the eyes of this world
Seeking all knowledge of the earth
Silent above watching what we have become
Planning extermination of the human race
Dismal they come invisible
To the eyes of this world
Seeking all knowledge of human creation
Primitive ways of life violent uncivilized
Sick and uncontrolled, sick and uncontrolled
Sickened and uncontrolled human beings
This is what they have come to see
The time has come for the gods of creation
To return at last to commence mass abductions
Sinister intentions of a dark existence
Emotionless in their brain
Silent in telepathic communication
Feeding on your pain
credits
from Intruders,
track released January 1, 2021
All music by Celestial Serpent
Lyrics by Burns
supported by 10 fans who also own “From Shadows Above”
Thine hath before thee a fine OSDM demo. Wroughteth with emanations of cavernous proportions, fit to rippeth thy aural loins in twain. Enjoyeth of deep death and of monstrous metal of the olde school faith. Arrogant Bastard