Children of Stone - Evocation

Stillborn of sickness your time is here to be

It’s time to kill the monster that lurks beneath your sea

Illuminated death row, you’re running out of time

The puppet master laws shall paint your game

Astray this masquerade, it’s black in white

It’s not about what paint they use, it’s how they draw the lines

And as the fever embrace

As it stains your soul

That’s when the faceless ghost

Will rise above what haunts your world

From birth to death eternal slavery

The eye of the beholder, number six consists of three

Reactivate your vengeance, throw flesh upon their cross

And save yourselves from drowning, kiss of death, the bitter loss

Now hear the dogs of doom, their hungry cries

Those undertakers seem to be untied

Transcend your boundaries in silent grace

The skulls, the bones, its everlasting maze you’ll feed