Transfixion, a sickle to the neck Disfigured by the malady of man Time, prevailing A cross to bear, our end Finite, our fascination With death, to behold Our lives in consecration We dwell in halls of the night Transcending the path With our crosses to bear Transcending the path Finite, our fascination With death, to behold Our lives in consecration We dwell in halls of the night Opened wide unto the core of our being Poisoned minds, in the gyre turning Unlatched inside, the gate is swinging The pain subsides but the fire's still burning A cross to bear Perpetual This sallow affair Interminable Intertwined and locked in despair Obsessed with death, the affliction we share Gashing out the jaws, the visceral sound The heed the call The call from the underground Consciousness Suspended in stone The blackness Calling us home We are but sirens with our crosses to bear And stones to cast out into the air A faction bound by possession A faction bound by aggression Our cross to bear Our cross to bear Weight, the burden A cross to bear