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