Storming the gate, the hour is the near, the idols of man

Come crawling back again

Blinded by faith, bonded by fear, the masses disperse

As superstition reigns

As superstition rules them all...

The ouroboros eye!

I am the prophet, the unbeliever,

I have the vision, the great deceiver

Amun-Ra! Drink the wine,

Amun-Ra! Open wide

Amun-Ra! The end is near,

Amun-Ra! Your savior is here

Cleanse the flock, cleanse the mind, the cult demands

And the cult is who decides

Servants of Seth, tapping the vein, carving the skin

The blood-rite now begins

The blood-rite of Amun!...

The ouroboros eye!

Amun-Ra! Drink the wine,

Amun-Ra! Open wide

Amun-Ra! The end is near,

Amun-Ra! Your savior is here

Raise the chalice!

I am he, one and all, archetype and overlord!

I am he, one and all, alpha and omega

Stand in awe!

Passive and numb, they eat their young, indoctrinate total devotion

Cabalistic, mortified, teach them order, tame their worthless lives...

I am the prophet, the unbeliever,

I have the vision, the great deceiver

Amun-Ra! Drink the wine,

Amun-Ra! Open wide

Amun-Ra! The end is near

Amun-Ra! Your savior is here