do you hear them calling from beyong as a foulness ye shall know them as a foulness thou knowest thyself freed from the shackles of morality and long long gone is the need for science through the wakening of the beast within oh did you not rejoice when you felt the power the power in your mind no longer confined to nocturnal solitude walk among the herd mold them as you wish in images of unearthly bizarrerie do you hear them calling from beyong sculptor of flesh architect of abomination mold the living flesh like clay sculptor of flesh warp the world to your linking and then the sun will set and no new day will rise on humanity will you grieve for them will the lack of their bleating cacophony strike a note within rejoice destroyer anti christ for your deed was long overdue