Oracle of the dead Channeling energy through the tapestries of history The power of the gods Through the annals of thy lost text Absolved of all left rendered In the labyrinth upon the river styx The boatman now directs your course To the sorcery of the blessed Spirits of the dead I bestow upon you this offering of blood As I commune with the dead In the realm of the ones whom have perished Transcendence as a conduit to the gods I prey to meet my end Outerworldly existence I must find I prey to meet my end I must pay homage to our ancestors Who reside in the netherworld My life defined by death I shall not run from the darkness Hence I shall embrace what lies beneath The descent into the chamber of dark Portal of the shaman, sorceror of the possessed We are the madness that lurks within Fear is the beast that swallows mankind Fear has many faces Messenger of fire, weaponizing fear Deities scribed into the annals of death Seer of what lies beyond Medium to the spirits now gone Upon the chambers of what now eternal lie In the netherworld of the beyond In our darkest realm, the lair of descent The heat burneth beneath my feet Shaman, speak thy name In the portal of myriad Prophetic in absolution In the grotto beyond the lake of sorrow The sibyl now grants thy command As I descend unto the caverns of baia.