Archetypes of fear, buried deep within
Unmasking the inherent deception
Storming the gates of your psyche's hold
Haunted by the personal demons of old
The darkness is unveiled, your conscience screams
(Your) cards are dealt, nothing is what it seems
At the thresholds of consciousness
As the horror rises, I shudder at its stare
I gaze into the blackness, I meet my nightmare
The darkness is unveiled, your conscience screams
(Your) cards are dealt, nothing is what it seems
At the thresholds of consciousness
Lurking beneath; its hunger rises
Tormenting seed that feeds and paralyses
My senses are numb, my blood runs cold
I beg thee lord; keep my soul unto your fold
At the thresholds of consciousness
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