The Fading Faces

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



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



In ivory towers

Inside the shrine

Under the sacred sign 

In ivory towers

Inside the shrine

Under the seal of the all-seeing eye