Do you hear them calling from beyond?       As a foulness ye shall know them    As a foulness thou knowest thyself       Freed from the shackles of morality    And long long gone is the need for science    Through the wakening of the beast within       Oh did you not rejoice?    When you felt the power... the power in your mind    No longer confined to nocturnal solitude       Walk among the herd    Mold them as you wish    In images of unearthly bizarre       Do you hear them calling from beyond?       Sculptor of flesh    Architect of abomination    Mold the living flesh like clay       Sculptor of flesh    Warp the world    To your linking       And then the sun will set    and no new day will rise on humanity       Will you grieve for them?       Will the lack of their bleating cacophony    strike a note within?       Rejoice, destroyer, anti-christ    For your deed was long overdue