Lyrics The Great Migration - Cult of Luna

Heed the capercaillies call
A premonition of an oncoming war

Leave behind all that you hold inside
The howls gets stronger, they are coming

Wicked is the atmosphere
Ungodly is the swell
Our bodies explode in true emotions

Let the beacon fires burn
This night is ours
A maternal light illuminates these last moments

Leave behind all that you hold inside
The howls gets stronger, they are coming
Far above the truth, we find
And we all return to hell