Sculpting away at the flesh A surgical apathy Towards the mortal shell. Sculpting away at what is not needed Blood returned to Sacred Temple Spirit satiated The Astral Cross As Blending of Space, As twisting of Time Vendetta is Gnosis Vendetta is will May the Nemesis find no air As Blending of Space, As twisting of Time Vendetta is Gnosis Vendetta is will May the Nemesis find no air to breath May their bones turn to Glass May their flesh be punished with disease May the sulphur form their fate As they beg for Azrael's mercy As sigil, as cuneiform, as a mark, As a reoccurring dream In the form of salvation Far from the path out of reach Unto clay, faith is carved By the wind has molded to form Three are the watchers, One comes, one goes And one still remains Forever the clay be your stone Forever the clay be your stone