Cultists rally to their twisted idols And great gongs sound in anticipation of the coming sacrifices The blood of the fallen flows ever downward along these titan spires Protecting their gestating god You have merely glimpsed the edge of the abyss It crawls steadily upwards from the pit The mad man hides there, behind the pews Spouting his mindless drivel Back to the pit To the pit Twisted idols Gestating god The gateless gate A maddening aperture to realms beyond human understanding Cultists rally to their twisted idols Protecting their gestating god The rightful owner has returned And their kind is no longer welcome (welcome) Madness Gestating god Twisted idols Sacrifices Gestating god Great gongs sound in anticipation of the coming sacrifices The mad man hides there, behind the pews Spouting his mindless drivel Madness Sacrifices Back to the pit The abyss returns even the boldest gaze