Through the Vortex to Aeons Past Songtext
von Putrevore

Catapulted back through time
To be the vessel of the traveler
Those who crawl though the aeons
To hunt and gather their spoils


A trophy adorning the ancient halls
A human head on granite walls
Into the catacombs of the olden breed
You hang now mounted

Dug into your skull
For the spoils that they crave
Dragging out your insides
To feed their needs

Through the vortex
To aeons past
Hunted through time
The prey of the ancient