Basement temple, you and I The one-man cult, and flesh altar In sacred ritual help me To set both of our spirits free My wand – a long and rusty blade A grimoire's role – my mind will take No need for incense, smell of blood Will cover everything we got So we begin As wand opens first gate With each incision One of my chains break No dying yet The gates are just first part In ritual You are my form of art So hard, not to give in With this wand keep going deeper Words of anger on my mind No no, you must still remain alive Now witness your last moment of vision For now it's gone, with two swift incisions In your screams, I feel more and more free Strong pull and cut, and now you'll never speak My wand – a long and rusty blade A grimoire's spells – from my mind incarnate No need for incense, smell of blood Already covered everything we got Now that I'm free, the trance is overtaking No longer care, if this is art I'm making No longer care, how long you will survive The more you die, the more I feel alive! Basement temple, you and I The one man cult, and dead altar Through sacred ritual I'm free From all the chains, the past you put on me