All throughout the generations past endeavors all the same.
a**ets of the leading figures dictate further.
Polluted airwaves tainted with a mass produced way of thinking.
This true evil has resurrected.
Planned into conditioned cycles. Caged are those without decision.
Machine that kills with cold precision.
All that we hold pure in life is sure worth the awakening.
The content cynical view is a vast illusion
As the aeons progress forward tyrants gain a step as well.
A calling of the wealthy to know of all advancing fields.
To leave the sick and dying world, a population for reducing.
The marching of the rebels tribe. The shaman heals
The oldest and strongest emotion of man is fear.
And while they ponder what could have been done they could be doing.
Ages old man has longed for death.
Leaving this world there is to come another.
Invoke the forms of higher knowledge to bestow the fallen way beneath the cloak of the nightsky.
Conjurer of depth perception. Freedom from the chains of man. The masses droning, the demons calling.
Energy is liberated as the witching hour approaches,
a vital move as we must become one.
We shall see when arriving there.
How much the sense deceives itself by distance.
And if achieving struggle by exception.
The pendulum swings as the hour approaches.
One would have thought evolved and elite.
The message is clear as the cloudless night.
No hope in humanity. Its deeds mark the signs.
Inevitable end. Illuminations decline.
Chaos is the life force of the universe.
A wizard cannot be human hearted when he wished to ascend
into the forces of the cosmic void.
The powers of the highest form bestowed the weak and droning world.
(Lead Solo: Flippo) / (Lead Solo: Barnes)
(Lead Solo: Flippo) / (Lead Solo: Barnes)
Gates are closing. Virtues knowing. Awaken now, reclaim our throne.
Dormant beast lies dead and dreaming. The sultans fall. Our signals call.
Returning to the simple land. The strive for more. The ancient wars.
Killing all that once was sacred. Desecrate the being of man.
a**ets of the leading figures dictate further.
Polluted airwaves tainted with a mass produced way of thinking.
This true evil has resurrected.
Planned into conditioned cycles. Caged are those without decision.
Machine that kills with cold precision.
All that we hold pure in life is sure worth the awakening.
The content cynical view is a vast illusion
As the aeons progress forward tyrants gain a step as well.
A calling of the wealthy to know of all advancing fields.
To leave the sick and dying world, a population for reducing.
The marching of the rebels tribe. The shaman heals
The oldest and strongest emotion of man is fear.
And while they ponder what could have been done they could be doing.
Ages old man has longed for death.
Leaving this world there is to come another.
Invoke the forms of higher knowledge to bestow the fallen way beneath the cloak of the nightsky.
Conjurer of depth perception. Freedom from the chains of man. The masses droning, the demons calling.
Energy is liberated as the witching hour approaches,
a vital move as we must become one.
We shall see when arriving there.
How much the sense deceives itself by distance.
And if achieving struggle by exception.
The pendulum swings as the hour approaches.
One would have thought evolved and elite.
The message is clear as the cloudless night.
No hope in humanity. Its deeds mark the signs.
Inevitable end. Illuminations decline.
Chaos is the life force of the universe.
A wizard cannot be human hearted when he wished to ascend
into the forces of the cosmic void.
The powers of the highest form bestowed the weak and droning world.
(Lead Solo: Flippo) / (Lead Solo: Barnes)
(Lead Solo: Flippo) / (Lead Solo: Barnes)
Gates are closing. Virtues knowing. Awaken now, reclaim our throne.
Dormant beast lies dead and dreaming. The sultans fall. Our signals call.
Returning to the simple land. The strive for more. The ancient wars.
Killing all that once was sacred. Desecrate the being of man.