The New Plague Lyrics

Hope only treads so far north...
Nothing beyond but the vile tempest
Ashen motes, dancing on high

Strays linger there - of two legs, and four -
Inheritors to the new plague's crown
To a Saronite maw, where lightless blood faltered
To the ruin of all

A lesson, taught
Devoured by history's shadow

The fallen prince stood before their folly
Tore from them hope with rune-melded blade
Drank of their souls
He ate of their hearth
Of a terminal breath,
Caught in the throat of the world

(Guitar Solo – Dalek)

Of alchemical horror, fallen
The emerald murk - inhale its deathly fume and weep
...for the thousands, tens of thousands
Become one with affliction
Felled in haze at the gate

(ft. Stevie Boiser)
Lo', the veil descends, burning
Aglow, vermillion – and so ambivalent
Cold, bemire the wreckage of light
Thawed from the hearth of their bones
Heresiarch!

Defiling swathes flood the lungs
Merged with blood and ill-omened flesh
The deepening of necrotic wounds burrows its way into the soul
Imparting the gift of the vagrant dead

Hope only treads so far north...
Nothing beyond but the vile tempest
Ashen motes, dancing on high

(Saxophone Solo – Lee)