Cadaverborn

Hear, He comes on crawling winds
See, as He rises within her
Say, the words
That make him strong
Nothing, can withstand His power
Now the Tyrant is born
Of cadavers spawned
Gog, the son of Wrath
God, in the eyes of the Mutants
Dogs, are all mankind
Ash, spreads with the wind
Now the Tyrant is born
Of cadavers spawned
Crush the sprawling man
Out of flesh he’s born
Draw your swords
Guard the son
As he bursts through her womb
Drain her lifeblood to rise tall
Her own body — Her tomb
Her own body — Her tomb!!!