Death becomes us all.
This I know is true, in my final hour.
Horror born unto the earth, a simple art born of necessity.
Still, man and beast alike shall rot.

Scars left in time will always stand to remind
that the human mind is a master of lies.
behold the human mind; a desolate wasteland.

For him, the lord of lies;
purveyor of destruction, an homage to the blight.
Bring me fruits of this conviction now.
Confessed in tongues of fire, blind prophets spoke as one to me.

Revealed: the horrors of my kind.
Revealed: a crime of nature are we.
Death becomes us all.
This I know is true.

Answers from beyond are revealed when truth and lies collide.
Nothing sacred; nothing lost.
Nothing real; nothing false.
Hate. illusions.

Faith misplaced in the master of lies.
Nothing sacred; nothing lost.
Nothing real; nothing false.
Hate. illusions. faith misplaced in the master of lies.
Nothing sacred; nothing lost. nothing real; nothing false.

Hate. illusions. faith misplaced in the master of lies.
Nothing sacred; nothing lost. nothing real; nothing false.
Hate. illusions. faith misplaced in the master of lies.
Nothing sacred; nothing lost. nothing real; nothing false.
Hate. illusions. faith misplaced in the master of lies.
Nothing sacred; nothing lost. nothing real; nothing false.
Hate. illusions. faith misplaced in the master of lies.