A gallow's omen I see the shadow worlds An absent form of presence There is a kind of a cold war Gift of vision, evil eye Prophecy! Paranoia, psychosis A sixth sense for the unfolding future Fifth columns in our midst Hidden sides and invisible dimension Behold: the shining path Dead persons that never lived With jaws agape, the blood spills Traverse the margins Disorder is infinite Gift of vision, evil eye Prophecy! Paranoia, psychosis It is uncanny Paranoia, psychosis The dissonant cries of Leviathan and Minotaur: "You trespass here!" Cadaverous people, bleak Draught, famine, and pestilence See know ye the power of myth