Lyrics: Necrophagia. Season Of The Dead. Terminal Vision.

conjure the spirits which may not choose to believe
mystical visions start to appear
motionless poised reaction
controlled by internal fear

beads of perspiration
follow in hastened sequence
I'm beyond the realms of tranquility
distortion outrage cerebral dismal
compelled by a joyous feeling of rage


instigating homicidal craze
implant seeds of hate
creating images of horror

powers which mankind refuses to condone or conceive
beware what curiosity and ignorance breed
for what is not believed
may turn out to be your destiny