The Brıdal Processıon - Lethal Miscalculation

Oh my God, our brothers...
Finally we found them
But they lie here, beheaded
Just like everyone else
What is happening?
What can we do?
We can't just run away,
The mission needs accomplishment
The blamed need a punishment

At the helm of this back-up expedition
We need to put an end to this mass-murder
A devolution of all control
At the helm of this back-up expedition
We need to put an end to this mass-murder
To protect our weakened coalition

An extermination perpetrated by faceless predators
Never-ending galleries strewn
With electric connexions encircle us

The luminance of these halls damages our tired retinas
Our lucidity weakens at a fast pace

The unsolicited manifestation of the feared entity
Annihilated our courage and thirst for discovery
The fear inside us could end our lives
The malevolent aura surrounding this evil
Surpasses our worst nightmares sensations
A devastating snowstorm blasts outside,
The heat drops far below zero
Reminiscent of our earlier demise
Informing us that with haste, utmost evil approaches

We are condemned to a destructive onslaught
All of a sudden all lights died
And shattering screams pierced the absolute darkness

We are the witnesses of the death
Of a brother, fallen by the hands of the unknown
We cannot risk any more lives
We need to escape and save ourselves
From this place that owns no name
But ninth circle of hell

We came as conquerors, as saviors
Always so certain of our monopoly
Rushing headlong into the jaws of hell
Dominated by inexplicable forces
More than miscalculations, a lack of anticipation
A menacing dark cloud spreads through the glen
Chasing our frightened mortal souls

Running for our lives, escaping the wicked
Was our intrusion unplanned and unhallowed?
Did we disturb this macabre force?
Run for your life