The Gathering Lyrics

Ants crawling fast, scampering in fine lines
A design a pattern, a switching pattern

Weaving a ritualistic gathering
There, lord awaits, there lord awaits
High upon shoulders, dead ants body aches
Hundred thousand in humans,
Hundred thousand in humans.
Weaving a ritualistic gathering
There, lord awaits, there lord awaits

Weaving a ritualistic gathering
There, lord awaits, there lord awaits