Open!
Ye crypt of woe, ye depths of Death
Where haunts the siren's wail
Maddening and deafening
Open!
Your heart and you might hear it to
Pregnant with nightmares
Beckoning you...
To and fro, the winding darkness
Deepened gulfs and shallow graves
Crooked is the trail
Left by the Dragon's tail
...And edged by the flesh of heroes
Who tried to slay him
Only to die like swine at his feet
Unto the eye of the storm
Where leads the narrow path of damnation
The pipers dance in wicked ways...
Drawn from the depths of an abyss unclaimed
Piercing the skies swollen with flame
Ever shall they rise from the underground
The defiant chords of dissonance, to shatter harmony
Beware; that sound
That stems from deeps profound
The mouth of Hell
Where tousand cunning devils dwell
Thousand-throated tempter, what musick you make;
Melodies of malady, a spark of gasoline hearts!
And unto our enemy a dagger that ever stabs
The face of sanity and every throat it grabs...
Drawn from the depths of an abyss unclaimed
Piercing the skies now bathing in flames
Ever shall they rise from the underground
The defiant chords of dissonance, to rape the symphony of god
So loud, that sound
Rising from under ground
Each mouth of Hell;
Scream forth that rebel yell!
From atop the oldest bastions of madness and of mutiny
May their grave blaze ever light our path...
For have they not made us see the burning heavens?
The beacons of rebellion. And the return of angry, angry, angry Gods?