At the back of the racecourse watching the scenery
I came on an abandoned shop
I heard the throbbing of faint machinery
The door opened when I tried the lock
Inside my mind someone was scanning it
I felt his presence within
The trap sprang shut
He must have been planning it
I felt resistance give in
I feel the eye of an ancient god sitting on a cloud of incense
I feel the eye of an ancient god feeding on the souls of children
Down in the basement in 1945 they tortured Captain Pengelley
For three days and nights they kept him alive
Before the end came
And now his presence lives on in the walls
He's the controller of a gang of mannequins
Animated by the energy of evil
That lurks within
I feel the eye of an ancient god sitting on a cloud of incense
I feel the eye of an ancient god feeding on the souls of children
I see Baal and Buddha and a Ba Jiao Gui gazing down upon me
I feel the eye of an ancient god in the bricks of the basement of the abandoned junkshop
And nothing's going to be the same ever again
Time is distorting... time is distorting
In the bricks of the basement of the abandoned junkshop