Archetypes of fear, buried deep within Unmasking the inherent deception Storming the gates of your psyche's hold Haunted by the personal demons of old The darkness is unveiled, your conscience screams (Your) cards are dealt, nothing is what it seems At the thresholds of consciousness As the horror rises, I shudder at its stare I gaze into the blackness, I meet my nightmare The darkness is unveiled, your conscience screams (Your) cards are dealt, nothing is what it seems At the thresholds of consciousness Lurking beneath; its hunger rises Tormenting seed that feeds and paralyses My senses are numb, my blood runs cold I beg thee lord; keep my soul unto your fold At the thresholds of consciousness