Sarcator - Circle Of Impurity

An accursed mark
Do what you must to gather the pieces
Scraping them into some semblance of a whole
Before the will to do so fades
Look into the circle
You'll discover what we all must face
Fragments of everything erased

Branded in your mind, the epitome of insanity
You've been left behind, in the circle of impurity

Descend into the lair of those who saw the truth
Encased in flaming tombs
Mind burnt black from the circle's gaze
Sanity caught up in the blaze
Cross the gap and burn the bridge
Reality lost all meaning
Give in to your brain's collapse!

Branded in your mind, the epitome of insanity
You've been left behind, in the circle of impurity

Infant entrails hung upon the cross
Pointing in all directions, to the circle's every corner

The creatures in your head creep out through your eyes
The more familiar it gets, the less you'll understand!