Holy Terror Distant Calling
Almost the season a time of prophecy for those who know almost the reason why the voices of the dead come known a gnawing in torment divided by the polarizing line Prey to the masses hunted in numbers tortured death divine And when you see the light of lights out of the corner of your eye then and there you will be falling unless you answer to your calling Estranged to nocturnal light In search for what is known but lost by the time desperatly clawing deceived as a puppet for a price servant of the master a watcher of the world until you die revolving on a never ending journey a glimpse into the gateways of eternity led to the edge then pushed to falling for you must answer to your calling
