Terror frozen in the faces of the dead
Innards spilling from the rotting corpse's head
Scattered in the field,
To death they did yield,
Decaying in defeat; with hate they were peeled
The infested obelisk
A monument of hate
The infested obelisk
With bones I create
The infested obelisk
A testament to dominate
The infested obelisk
Your flesh I abominate
Resistance for nought
Dead bodies did rot
Amongst the dunes of sand
And on those same dunes
Under the sun and the moon
An obelisk did stand
Created from death
Created for gods
A show of power
Defying all odds
A tower of warning
To all that creep and crawl
To the sea and the sky
A warning to all
Beacon of hate in a darkened bloodland
With morning's triumph, a new era began
A reign of death, a prophecy fulfilled
All the earth will bow to Shi'otz's will!
Bow to the SCARAB!
Die for the SCARAB!
