Stillborn of sickness your time is here to be It's time to kill the monster that lurks beneath your sea Illuminated death row, you're running out of time The puppet master laws shall paint your game Astray this masquerade, it's black in white It's not about what paint they use, it's how they draw the lines And as the fever embrace As it stains your soul That's when the faceless ghost Will rise above what haunts your world From birth to death eternal slavery The eye of the beholder, number six consists of three Reactivate your vengeance, throw flesh upon their cross And save yourselves from drowning, kiss of death, the bitter loss Now hear the dogs of doom, their hungry cries Those undertakers seem to be untied Transcend your boundaries in silent grace The skulls, the bones, its everlasting maze you'll feed