Fleshwalkers Lyrics

Shamans of the dark elite
Shape shifting wretched fumes
Controlling insomniatic fleets
Demiurge rotting all

Making life a living grave
Raining on the freewill of the slaves
Chained to mortal ties, forbidden inner wealth

The holders of the veil
Blindly kneeling to the tyrant
Ever present, always silent
Swift as knives, dark as ash

Gatekeepers in heavy scourge
An army omnipresent, catatonic masses
A culling on the masters strings
Do speak of them and their disguise

His legion keeps the prison intact
Spiraling degradation
Morphing malevolent creature force
A trampling stampede
Upon their minds a bleak prison of descent

A psychic will,
The force that binds
A shadow moon blood sacrifice
His army of dark magis,

Spells cast in hatreds tongue
If you don't know who you are
You won't know
What you've become

Held in place by black magic
Blind the shatters reach
Fractured and kept in blackness
Words disaster speaks

Without knowledge
Of higher planes
Robbed of our true knowing
To be fed on by the tyrant

Wasted and broken