Ancient Call

Chaos and confusion colliding to conspire

For transmutation of disease that dwells within

Hopelessly enamored with the horror of desire

Diseases of the soul the self inflicts

Truth has been disfigured and contorts to any shape it may befall

The Truth has become buried

Now only few can recognize it's Ancient Call

Blinded with the weight of deceit increasing

So who can deny The Ancient Call?

Spoken only in whispers now

Before death and before sleep

Quietly the soul departs

For those who rest in peace

Who can deny The Ancient Call?

No fucking soul

Not one soul

No fucking soul