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