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