Testo di The Sharing Of Thoughts With The Dead

Starlight filters through the trees I am rapt in twisted taught I wander to the ancient tomb amidst the stinking fog Beneath the moon upon a tomb entranced in a black daze I seek forbidden truths that lie beyond the grave Dark minds were born to suffer Beneath the lies of the white Christ Be free among the dead ancients Mind meld with the unholy rot Sometimes I hear them moaning deep within their vaults Starving, lonely, pathetic bastards infected with the rot But if I spend long enough in this morbid trance They begin to see my magic and I become their God