Storming the gate, the hour is the near, the idols of man
Come crawling back again
Blinded by faith, bonded by fear, the masses disperse
As superstition reigns
As superstition rules them all...
The ouroboros eye!
I am the prophet, the unbeliever,
I have the vision, the great deceiver
Amun-Ra! Drink the wine,
Amun-Ra! Open wide
Amun-Ra! The end is near,
Amun-Ra! Your savior is here
Cleanse the flock, cleanse the mind, the cult demands
And the cult is who decides
Servants of Seth, tapping the vein, carving the skin
The blood-rite now begins
The blood-rite of Amun!...
The ouroboros eye!
Amun-Ra! Drink the wine,
Amun-Ra! Open wide
Amun-Ra! The end is near,
Amun-Ra! Your savior is here
Raise the chalice!
I am he, one and all, archetype and overlord!
I am he, one and all, alpha and omega
Stand in awe!
Passive and numb, they eat their young, indoctrinate total devotion
Cabalistic, mortified, teach them order, tame their worthless lives...
I am the prophet, the unbeliever,
I have the vision, the great deceiver
Amun-Ra! Drink the wine,
Amun-Ra! Open wide
Amun-Ra! The end is near
Amun-Ra! Your savior is here
