1. ANCIENT CALL

Chaos and confusion colliding to conspire
For transmutation of disease that dwells within
Hopelessly enamored with the horror of desire
Diseases of the soul the self inflicts

Truth has been disfigured and contorts to any shape it may befall
The Truth has become buried
Now only few can recognize it's ancient call

Blinded with the weight of deceit increasing

So who can deny the ancient call?

Spoken only in whispers now
Before death and before sleep
Quietly the soul departs
For those who rest in peace

Who can deny the ancient call?

No fucking soul
Not one soul
No fucking soul