Eternal search for pleasure Target of the hunt is received Contracting hallucinations Concept of chronology is lost Paranoia is haunting Sonic whispers criticize Trails of motion Optics engulfed in black spheres Vocal activity uncertain All speech is butchered now Ecstasy craving intimacy Hatred is pressured by the priest The little men emerge from the walls of the past Constructing their humble abodes Nature's concoctions contort While poison mutates our chromosomes Closing my eyes The men dance with the serpents Pentamorphic arrangement The candles glow incumbent My eyes are now open The light refracts my vision Silhouettes distorted Forced to kiss the Cathari