lost beneath the tides of grace a cosmic soul crushed death embrace that launches towards the stars a curse to enslave mankind or maybe worse this charades gone far too long the dead should stay where they belong they whisper things into our minds so we'll regurgitate and spread thier lies they've driven men to mental scars with a transcendant power to deceive their plan was wrought beyond the stars a sanguine plan we can't conceive like ghostly fingers dipped in blood i've seen their horrid act complete it surely means the end of us it renders life obsolete i know that we won't survive i know now we all must die we will fuel their machine i've seen their plan and it leaves this world dead when the sun sets for the final time and the world slips into dismal night will you succumb to the dead will you acknowledge them then no one left behind to cry to pray or mourn at your graveside this suffering won't end even with this world dead lost among their lies of grace the necrogenesis of earth's new face these thinking dead await their task like a corpse behind a porcelein mask the earth will soon become a tomb like fetus's in the earthen womb the tides of death the plan at hand will come to life possessing man yet the force beyond the grave is weaker than we ever thought funny how the dead behave knowing their perfect plan is not and in spite of this i must confess that now i see their brilliance and their absence troubles me more than ever but never did their presence