Pale Delineations of things recumbent left behind The lies within the pages contrive of truths that you may find. Lies, Torture The sands within the hourglass runs low Disguised. Distorted This esoteric horde that waits below. Dead of night, Day Of Doom. Howling the lycanthrophobes while in the reddened midnight moon Tear you apart, nowhere to run Delusion of the one that has become Soul and your skull deprived of possession Chamber of metamorphasis Rip open the coffin, break off the seal as if the cure for the rotting shamans curse will be revealed Pale Delineations of things left behind Chamber of metamorphasis! Lies, Torture The sands within the hourglass runs low Disguised. Distorted This esoteric horde that waits below.