Pentralia Mentis (The intellect) A vision of torment, a vision of dread Forward gaze, a reflection of your ignorance A warning not looked on With the curious stare of a people blinded, cauterized Unwilling to believe, that a mortal man can twist their fate The prophet speaks the word Enlightened by a semi-transient state Foretold of impending doom, the stress becomes to great for them to bear Leader's who've conquered all, are compelled to psychotic rage Yet instead of embracing death, they castigate the intellect Beginning to regress and excruciate the disciple of fear You're shamed Flayed apart Circumscribed Nullified Accountable for nothing Doomed to recast Consanguine future tremors The seer has not come to speak the word of the evil one Only to restore, a life which has come undone Met with trepidations, only wanting to obscure That which makes us kill and kill and avenge what's not been wronged You're shamed Flayed apart Circumscribed Nullified