Thirteen are the ones residing in this eerie shrine Every founder, each a liar, gathered by design
Their shadows move without a sound, faces dire Apotheosis, to transform from man to god
Calling spirits of moonlight, bringing the cold draconian tide The circle stands in the ivory tower, they're chanting inside the shrine
Heaven is a dream invented, never realized Making masses fear hellfire and the end of time
They hide the truth within plain sight, codes and ciphers Novus Ordo Seclorum, the eye sees all
Calling spirits of moonlight, bringing the cold draconian tide The circle stands in the ivory tower, they're chanting inside the shrine Something comes as the air's vibrating and candles die with a sigh Now behold, as the light is fading, for the invoked has arrived
For eternities the web was weaved Bloodlines of certain stature to pull the strings Bloodlines, all in all thirteen Chosen by blood for the seal of the all-seeing eye
A transformation occurred within Inside, beneath their skin An eerie vision, a fearful scene And now it's time to leave
Thirteen are the ones residing in this eerie shrine Every founder, each a liar, gathered by design
Their shadows move without a sound, faces dire Apotheosis, to transform from man to god
In ivory towers Inside the shrine Under the sacred sign In ivory towers Inside the shrine Under the seal of the all-seeing eye