This is the story of the book in your hands
Speak the words they wish you to say
Awaken the spirits, d**h and rebirth
Calling upon the begetter of pain
If you cared to hide that tear
Make a wish for all that you hear
They may grant your greatest fear
Storm is raging i feel it is near
Portents of fate, book of the dead
Resolution, rivers run red
World in havoc, chaos descends
The end seems so near, your life is forfeit
This is the story of the book in your hands
It's premeditation and intentional k**
Covered in blood, breathless you stand
An almost pleasurable sensation
"Spells of woes" rise and unfold
The deceased travels across the sky
Naked as the day he was born
Body regains the power of life
Portents ...
You'll feed the fire, with your own flesh
Their deafening voices
Are drawing you near
Nightmares are breeding
Your growing fear
Horror lurking within
Read between the lines
The loss of your sanity
Foreseeing your demise
Portents...
You'll feed the fire, with your own flesh