: They are lying down, the Great Old Ones. The bolts are fallen and the fastenings are placed. The crowds are quiet and the people are quiet. The Elder
: Temple of hate a place accursed by the Gods the walls all in blood of tormented to death putrid face of Demon gutting sacrifice in light of full moon
: [Instrumental]
: Raising my head to yell my life out standing naked, strained as a dying worm with body of light gleaming like my disquiet with myriads of stars not
: [Not printed on original inlay; these lyrics are taken from "Future Of The Past" inlay] What is this that stands before me? Figure in black which
: No more a thing I knew... transformed - transfigured transcended... in an endless progress cycle DNA metamorphosis... of the dying cells into something
[Not printed on original inlay; these lyrics are taken from "Future Of The Past" inlay] What is this that stands before me? Figure in black which points
[Instrumental]
They are lying down, the Great Old Ones. The bolts are fallen and the fastenings are placed. The crowds are quiet and the people are quiet. The Elder
No more a thing I knew... transformed - transfigured transcended... in an endless progress cycle DNA metamorphosis... of the dying cells into something
Raising my head to yell my life out standing naked, strained as a dying worm with body of light gleaming like my disquiet with myriads of stars not-to
Temple of hate a place accursed by the Gods the walls all in blood of tormented to death putrid face of Demon gutting sacrifice in light of full moon
