They are Nine Like the circles of Hell They are All Like ether in the fog They crawl and form In the shadows they dwell They harness dreams And strangle souls They know the truth And preach the Lie They are blind But through the Worm they see Tyrants Vultures of the worlds beyond Tyrants Masters of the Crismson Whore Tyrants They keep their blood In sacred vaults They weave the web Of Darkness... They breath sulfur And forge pain They feast on tears And desolation Infernal Dukes Breeders of sorrow They move the sun They light the moon Tyrants Vultures of the worlds beyond Tyrants Masters of the Crismson Whore Tyrants