upon the altar, a covenant in red Walking through the garden of the living-dead Every single whisper is a hook inside your skin Pulling back the curtain where the real lies begin You memorized the dogma, you swallowed down the lie Now you watch the independence slowly flicker, slowly die Chant the chorus backward till the speakers bleed Feed the grand illusion what it wants to feed Trapped inside the frequency, a captive of the trance Surrender every heartbeat to the final dance Eyes locked forward, staring at the floor You don't own your mind anymore (Verse 2) Static on the baseline, heavy like a chain Drowning out the panic in the corners of your brain Smiling for the camera while the puppet masters pull Every single vessel running empty, running full You think you made the choice, you think you found the way Just another voice echoing the words they say Tempo: Mid-tempo, heavy and rhythmic, driven by a pulsating bassline and distorted synth pads) Shadows stretch across the stone floor Whispers echo behind the locked door You thought you walked in here of your own free will Now the air grows heavy and the room stands still A circle of iron, a circle of ash Bred in the dark where the dying fires flash They speak in tongues that you never should know Planting the seeds where the black thorns grow Can you feel the pulse behind your eyes? A velvet voice cutting through the lies You're just a vessel, a vacant frame Waiting for someone to call your name (Chorus) Surrender the will, bow to the sound As ancient roots drag you under the ground In the name of the hollow, in the grip of the chain Let the entity wash through the blood and the vein No more questions, no more doubt Once the door is opened, you can't lock it out Chants rise higher to the vaulted dome This altar of bone is your brand new home Faces obscured by the cowls of the night Drowning the last of the sanctuary light They carved the sigil right into your skin To keep the outside from staying within You're watching yourself from the back of your mind Leaving the remnants of freedom behind (Pre-Chorus) Can you feel the pulse behind your eyes? A velvet voice cutting through the lies You're just a vessel, a vacant frame Waiting for someone to call your name Surrender the will, bow to the sound As ancient roots drag you under the ground In the name of the hollow, in the grip of the chain Let the entity wash through the blood and the vein No more questions, no more doubt Once the door is opened, you can't lock it out (Bridge) (Music drops out to a low, creeping drone and heavy breathing) The final seal breaks... The silence awakes... There is no "you" left standing here— Just the music of the dark, and the shape of the fear. (Guitar / Synth Breakdown - Heavy, chaotic, industrial crescendo) (Chorus) Surrender the will, bow to the sound As ancient roots drag you under the ground In the name of the hollow, in the grip of the chain Let the entity wash through the blood and the vein No more questions, no more doubt Once the door is opened, you can't lock it out (Spoken quietly over a fading pulse) Welcome home. The ritual is complete Candles flicker low in the hollow hall Whispers in the dark spelling out the fall Shadows on the wall start to twist and bend A circle drawn in ash where the thoughts all end You thought you held the reins, thought you kept your head Now you walk awake in the paths of the dead (Chorus) Sway to the rhythm of the hidden hand Bound by a vow that you never planned Drown in the static, let the reason go Surrender to the master of the undertow Mind tied down, eyes glazed wide Nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide (Verse 2) Voices in the chant echoing your name Turning every memory into freezing flame Sipping from the cup, losing all control Trading off the pieces of a sleeping soul Every single choice was an illusion spun Now the ritual's here and the work is done. FRACTURING THE VEIL BETWEEN WORLDS MY CONSCIOUSNESS SHATTERS INTO A THOUSAND CURSED PEARLS THE ECHOING VOICES OF THE CULT CHANT MY SURRENDER A MAELSTROM OF MADNESS, MY PSYCHE THE RENDER (Whispers) The sigil bleeds in my mind... A VORTEX OF SOULS, AN ELDRITCH DESIGN POSSESSED BY THE ENTITY, MY VESSEL IS THINE DEVOUR MY SOUL AND LET YOUR GLORY SHINE
