Sitting at the table of Satan's feast
Hearing without listening to this song of the beast
Your body can't move
And your eyes can't see
As into the twilight
You draw ever near
Your wall comes crashing down
As you draw ever near
The serpent's web
Of your Woven Fear
Your sky is turning red
As you await death
The lies that you lived
Reappear in your head
You said them enough
You believed them yourself
You sowed the seed
Now reap the fear
Your wall comes crashing down
As you draw ever near
The serpent's web
Of your Woven Fear
Your wall comes crashing down
As you draw ever near
The serpent's web
Of your Woven Fear
The Pilate he said he'd wash his hands
As the sheep below scream at the damned
They dragged him away and he died in pain.
And look at us now it's happening again
Your wall comes crashing down
As you draw ever near
The serpent's web
Of your Woven Fear
Of Your Woven Fear
Of Your Woven Fear
Of Your Woven Fear
Of Your Woven Fear