WITH EVERY STEP I GET A LITTLE CLOSER TO THE STAR
EIGHT SIDES DEVOID OF ANY SENSE
I BURN THE SYMBOL DEEPLY INTO TWISTED FLESH
ABANDON FORM ADOPT SUSPENSE

AN ARM A CLAW A TONGUE A BEAK
IT MAKES NO DIFFERENCE TO ME
I'LL LET THE WIND FLOW THROUGH MY VEINS UNTIL IM GONE
AND PASS MY BODY TO THE GODS

EVERCHOSEN OF THE GREEDY AND THE WEAK
UNITE THE DAMNED, THE DULL, THE MEEK
I SPAT THE CURSE INTO THE HEART OF THE FICTITIOUS GODS
AND WORE THE BANNER LIKE A CROWN

DO YOU HEAR THE VOICES TOO?
SIX NINE SEVEN EIGHT WILL BLOOM
COLOURS RUN THROUGH EVERY ROOM
MEET YOUR DOOM. MEET YOUR DOOM

SIX TREASURES ANOINTED
I AM THE FAVORED SON
I AM THE ONE

AN ARM A CLAW A TONGUE A BEAK
IT MAKES NO DIFFERENCE TO ME
I'LL LET THE WIND FLOW THROUGH MY VEINS UNTIL IM GONE
AND PASS MY BODY TO THE GODS

EVERCHOSEN

RUSTWEAVER