We have deciphered the writhing torments
We have seen beyond the elder scripts
And we will crawl towards occulting light

From the black cowl of carefully sculpted gloom
From the stoic gaze of condescension
From the bow’ed backs to illness and suffering—
Come the deafening moans and empty posturing

We have deciphered the writhing torments
We have seen beyond the elder scripts
And we will crawl towards occulting light

Outside the ever-expanding maze of existential didactic
No longer stroking an eldritch façade

We have deciphered the writhing torments
We have seen beyond the elder scripts
And we will crawl towards occulting light

Writhing in chaos
Conforming it to our will
Writhing in chaos
Conforming it to our will

Escaped from the cycle of renewed damage, renewed damage
Students scarred by the flaws of their, of their masters, of their masters
The insecure always desperate for approval, for approval

We have welcomed injections and tinctures
We have wallowed in sensual indulgence
We've contorted in our death postures
We have purged in ascetic indifference
We have sung our anthems of pain
We have sung our anthems of pain
We refuse to exist in our despair

We will find inner sanctum
We will find inner sanctum
And so shall we prevail, shall we prevail
And so shall we prevail