With three of the four fiends in chains, the Basilisk prepares the monstrous mezmetronic mind-control machine for its inaugural transmission to the unwitting dupes of Creepsylvania. As the final test before a worldwide broadcast nears, he reflects on small achievements through history...
Morning of the Mezmetron
We were there in the palace square
When the Pharoahs took their thrones
We whispered lies into Caesar's ear
And our knives cut to the bone
We raised a temple for Solomon
And we made damn sure it fell
And when that charlatan was crucified
We wrote his story well
Gaze at the unblinking eye
Watch as your consciousness dies
And welcome the new order's dawn
Tremble in awe of the Mezmetron
Emperors and Presidents
Have fallen to our blades
Weaving spiders are ensnared
In the webs that they have made
Guiding hands, overlords
Call us what you will
We are the authors of the prophecy
And we shall see that it's fulfilled
Chorus
Solo Digestor
Sleep, Sleep
Now the final act begins
It's the end of all mankind
No more hatred, no more fear
No reason for a mind
Sit and watch the Mezmetron
And you'll feel yourself go numb
You begged for this, you prayed for it
And now your day has come