From the cup let us drink until we all fall down
From our mouths glory speaks, to leave the soul unbound
In the shadows these figures will manifest
And whisper the words of the dead who yearn for your flesh

Feel the weight of them all
Silence has a sounds
Feel the weight of them all
Their voice is your mouth

Suspended in infinite darkness
Distant light shines
With the calling of angles deep in my mind
Holding tightly, fingers wrapped around my mouth
Into the Stygian Blackness dragging me down

Who will you follow?