The statues of iron stand tall, heads sky high,
so ancient and spread across the land.
Yeah their makers and purpose are unknown
yet to them we still pray.
Writings of prophets are proved to be true,
the land shall be conquered and burned.
And the beast is awakening now
just awaiting its cue.
Moonbeast, Moonbeast,
Moonbeast, Moonbeast cometh.
As the sun wanes so the moon takes its place
but the glow once caressing is gone.
The ultimate evil is so close waiting to incarnate,
Moonbeast, Moonbeast, Moonbeast.
Moonbeast cometh!
There are runes on the statues confusing us,
saying "Become us and be victorious!"
Don't mind us asking because we gotta know,
we see that skull form in the clouds.
Who do we turn to, to whom do we pray?
The snake-faced statues make no sound,
remaining silent, the moon feels ominous,
it wants to swallow us, help us!
And all this time we spent just wondering around,
we should have been preparing our own burial ground.
Because we all might fall down like them dominoes,
only god knows how we'll save our mortal souls.
Moonbeast, Moonbeast,
Moonbeast, Moonbeast cometh.