Inscence of flesh mocks man
Bodies burnin', souls churnin'
Time for the bent to rise
Perverted humanity, as it should
Awaiting a nod from the below
We roam
Wasted on carnal fire
Infernal tower, mecca of
Mind power
Arise for the witching hour
They shroud their bodies in fear
And loathe what has become
This is our time, let the cross
Be undone
The end carries on, pinnacle
Of man slows the world
A shadow of finite light
Lives within the frozen eye