Step inside for the ceremony There's no return from this incantation Watch the devil's rise in all their glory And be the witness to this new creation
Outside the circle there is nothing sacred And watch the fall of man it's devastation We are the lords of your damnation Now watch them rise in this transformation
There inside of me and you And when the time is right They crawl in search for light The blackest oracle Into the crop circle Into the crop circle
Nomadic Gods beyond salvation The Lords of death and life and all creation Beyond the stars and all that's sacred Under their complete domination Into this violent night their reigning So be forewarned of the new mutation And to dispose of those remaining And witness this mass extermination