An accursed mark Do what you must to gather the pieces Scraping them into some semblance of a whole Before the will to do so fades Look into the circle You'll discover what we all must face Fragments of everything erased Branded in your mind, the epitome of insanity You've been left behind, in the circle of impurity Descend into the lair of those who saw the truth Encased in flaming tombs Mind burnt black from the circle's gaze Sanity caught up in the blaze Cross the gap and burn the bridge Reality lost all meaning Give in to your brain's collapse! Branded in your mind, the epitome of insanity You've been left behind, in the circle of impurity Infant entrails hung upon the cross Pointing in all directions, to the circle's every corner The creatures in your head creep out through your eyes The more familiar it gets, the less you'll understand!