Eternal search for pleasure   Target of the hunt is received   Contracting hallucinations   Concept of chronology is lost      Paranoia is haunting   Sonic whispers criticize   Trails of motion   Optics engulfed in black spheres      Vocal activity uncertain   All speech is butchered now   Ecstasy craving intimacy   Hatred is pressured by the priest      The little men emerge from the walls of the past   Constructing their humble abodes   Nature's concoctions contort   While poison mutates our chromosomes      Closing my eyes   The men dance with the serpents   Pentamorphic arrangement   The candles glow incumbent      My eyes are now open   The light refracts my vision   Silhouettes distorted   Forced to kiss the Cathari