Do you hear them calling from beyong? 


As a foulness ye shall know them 

As a foulness thou knowest thyself 


Freed from the shackles of morality 

And long long gone is the need for science 

Through the wakening of the beast within 


Oh did you not rejoice? 

When you felt the power... the power in your mind 

No longer confined to nocturnal solitude 


Walk among the herd 

Mold them as you wish 

In images of unearthly bizarrerie 


Do you hear them calling from beyong? 


Sculptor of flesh 

Architect of abomination 

Mold the living flesh like clay 


Sculptor of flesh 

Warp the world 

To your linking 


And then the sun will set 

and no new day will rise on humanity 


Will you grieve for them? 


Will the lack of their bleating cacophony 

strike a note within? 


Rejoice, destroyer, anti-christ 

For your deed was long overdue