The thrall invade in the dead of night The dark machine is what you need to fear Beyond the veil of the barren skies Controlling weakness As growing bleakness tests you With silence like the grave A fury will prevail Preach to all like a prophet from long-dead tales The tortured face in a damaged life A thought serene is what you dream to fear Of all the lowliest parasites Devouring freedom Then cowering with no virtue A silence like the grave A cruelty will prevail Preach to all from the top of the world, then fail The look from weary eyes The horrors of disease Leaving all of humanity on its knees A silence like the grave A fury will prevail Preach to all like a prophet from long-dead tales The look from weary eyes A longing for relief Leaving all of humanity on its knees