inverted pentagrams and crucifixes weirdos at the gates belief in ancient gods whose rise from solemn slumber we await cities laid to waste terror at the seas armageddon now cosmic misery with the cover of darkness we sought out the scene there were leaves on the ground from the cold winter breeze a habitual ritual a tribute to the spirits of old the fire was warm our hearts were cold alive alive they asked me how i came to be like this so lonesome and so strange i scoffed and pulled my cloak around my fragile teenage frame i never had a chance this world was never meant for me i put my faith in outer space cosmic misery with the cover of darkness we fled from the shrine there was blood in the leaves from our dark sacrifice a habitual ritual a tribute to the spirits of old the fire was warm our hearts were cold alive alive alive i m waiting for the evil to rise alive alive i m waiting at the spot i m waiting for the evil to rise carve the ancient sign into my skin i m ready for it to begin