Overseer of the Infernal Construct Songtext
von Summoner's Circle

He watches the desolation
With a savage fervor
The land once teeming with green
Reduced to ashen waste

The wraith Lord oversees all
Through hoarfrost armor
Hides a faceless visage of pestilence Named for his gaze
His blighted hoards of damned
Spare none from the sickness

They slave endlessly
To maintain their construct
A great symbol of his wrath
Left to harbor the dead

Bone and stone
Ground flesh, blood mortar
Sigils of hate bind their souls
Left to feel every moment
Of eternal suffering

Overseer of the infernal construct


At its core, the frost fire rages
Fueled by the essence
Of the sacrifices
Charging the eternal winter

Bloodstained rime grows
Where life once teemed
A shattering shriek
Calls the dead to view
As the infernal construct erupts

Raining sulphur thermite
From the sky
The harbinger of death
Relishes the putrid divine

Bone and stone
Ground flesh, blood mortar
Sigils of hate bind their souls
Left to feel every moment
Of eternal suffering

Overseer of the infernal construct
He watches the desolation
Overseer of the infernal construct


A curse of frigid rot
In his grip you′ve been caught
Your fight for life is for naught
For its your flesh that has been sought

Overseer of the infernal construct

None stand in defiance
Of the Overseer's malice
No relics or lands will appease
To extinguish the life that you′ll seize

Leave all to suffer
And feel no more
But the eternal anguish
To tear the universe apart

But this Old God will soon learn
When he encounters we six
What happens when bound

For we have heard
His infernal war call
And with a magick much darker
He too shall fall