I can sense them calling to me Feel the dead things pa**ing through me I have heard their cries from the alter Where we followed the lies of the father See the skin drip from your finger Pointing to this swirling nightmare Feel the flesh fall from your body Into piles of boiling oddity I have seen them gather In the face of the master Take your sons and daughters They are lambs to the slaughter Spreading dermal corruption Bathing in blood erruptions Seekers of destruction Waking into nothing I have seen them I still feel them I am with them d**h is not the end