Shape my world from the scabs off your fingers
Shrouded behind are the bastards and loiters
Head up above the mind
The blood has reached the bathes
In trance we realign
We'll soon be paragon
There're hoards of washed up -ist in my coattails
Trifled heads and dogmatic hydras
Pride in heretic
We're only color in the creed
Feed in hatred, desire revelry
The beast has all but taken me
We wanna slave to our awakening
Head up above the mind
The blood has reached the bathes
In trance we realign
We'll soon be paragon