(Verse 1: The Portrait of Lam) (Deep, slow, spoken-word style over a low drone) No ears to hear the screaming of the earth No mouth to taste the bitterness of birth The Egg is smooth, the skull is vast and high A window opening on a dead black sky. I entered through the portrait on the wall I heard the silence answer to the call. The Grey Monk waits, the oscillation hums Beat the skin of the invisible drums! (Pre-Chorus) (Rising tension, discordant strings) The space between the stars is not empty... It is watching. It is waiting. (Chorus) (Operatic, heavy, terrifying and majestic) LAM! The Way to go, the Way to return! MOONCHILD! Let the silver water burn! A soul caught in the butterfly net A sun that rises, but shall never set. Open the gate! Break the seal! The wound of the spirit that shall never heal! (Verse 2: The Alchemy of the Moonchild) (Rhythmic, industrial clatter—like machinery or a heartbeat) We grew the Homunculus in the garden of war Two spirits fighting for the open door. White for the purity, Red for the strife A perfect vessel for a dangerous life. Artemis draws her bow upon the hill Love is the law, love under will. The canon is closed, the battle is won The Moonchild dances in the midnight sun! (Bridge) (Whispered, panning left and right, unsettling) It is truth... It is truth... There is no god but Man. There is no path but LAM. Look into the eyes... Look into the eyes... (Outro) (Heavy, slow, doomy chanting, fading into static) Mantra... Aum... Mantra... Aum... The door is shut. The egg is cracked. (Sudden silence)
