Wicked séance, foreign tongues Feast on terror and dismay Disfigured, this body of mine Broken bones will Inspire malevolence Feeding on failures Compiled into moments Fractured existence A life of endless drama This body, Arbiter Who loves to break the cycle Incoherent whispers Sirens of the black Leading me astray As I traverse the outskirts of my mind Bound to your path that's Laid out way before me Concealing the truth And obscuring facts Blackened as the Sun laid out in the sky Over Iduun With his blood red skies Arbiter The lies of the damned bear no weight on the stand Pull the veil back and discern The dark truth Arbiter Swift judgment must pass upon this conscience of glass Declare anathema or salvage the incarnation Resistance against the consequences Of this impasse of existence Blinded eyes forsake me Wicked séance, foreign tongues Feast on terror and dismay Wicked séance Foreign tongues Feast on terror And dismay Disfigured This body of mine Fed on terror and decay Arbiter The lies of the damned bear no weight on the stand Pull the veil back and discern The dark truth Arbiter Swift judgment must pass upon this conscience of glass Declare anathema or salvage the incarnation