Changing The Mortal Disguise

Bowing lowly down to bestial gods
From age to age
But surely they must walk again
And wander about in the pleasing oblivion of all

Once inside - been born anew
From the roots of the dark thorn
To explore the womb
And gather conceit in each vagrant word

Craving strength to leave soon
Ever-burning
Force - End barriers
Changing the mortal disguise

Once inside - been born anew
From the roots of the dark thorn
To explore the womb
And gather conceit in each vagrant word

Perpetuate the hearts of the damned
The world under its curse - inevitable
Engross the miseries of our lives
And venture within those accursed walls

Recast - there's no turning back
The solemn pledge - into darkness lingers