Silent dead eyes gazes into the sky And the prophecy comes to pass Now see the locusts block out the sun As the fall of man begins Exchange this life for the beggars coin For the truth shall set you free Behold the ethereal beauty Of the mad orchestrator The great madness incarnate The natural born deceiver A dormant tragedy born from darkness And now we raise the chalice of heresy The funeral pyre of pain Like moths drawn close to the flame You dance slow into this senseless devotion As the thurible swings Hear the hymn conducted by the darkest insanity Be one of the word and bring the stars low As my child and crusader Hold on to the dogma of contortion This doctrine of putrifaction Cradle my voice of pure discord As it echoes into eternity We are the raging ocean brought down upon the ship That will reel into oblivion As we stand rigid in the winds Our chalice held high into the night