Sarcator - He Who Comes From The Dark

Mass panic eruption
Striking the victims of your control
Pulsing, trembling, a sense of impending doom, that seems to point towards myself

I fell down blinded by the godhead you bare
Down, to the world where you saw your chance to rise
Above

Adaption to insanity, it only becomes a loss
A glimpse of the opening, and the maze will capture your soul

He who comes from the dark
He who speaks through the dark
He who comes

It is here, it has returned
The wounded hands, the trembling ground
Your presence is here, but no eyes are to use
For the truth you bare is much more sacred and worth

He who comes from the dark, in outer darkness
He who speaks through the dark in worlds of no words
He who comes from the dark come outer darkness
He who comes, enter
Enter
Enter

Outburst of terror
Cleansing the sense in the ways of man
Standing, ready
It points to the grave in myself
To witness the suicide again

I fell down blinded by the godhead you bare
Down, to the world where you saw your chance to rise
Above
I'll witness as the dark persuades, as the thousand will become the one

As i saw the opening
The maze swallowed me whole

He who comes from the dark
He who speaks through the dark
He who comes
He who comes from the dark
He who speaks through the dark
He who comes

He who comes from the dark
He who speaks through the dark
He who comes