Terminal Vision Lyrics - Season Of The Dead - Necrophagia

conjure the spirits which may not choose to believe 

mystical visions start to appear 

motionless poised reaction 

controlled by internal fear 

beads of perspiration 

follow in hastened sequence 

I'm beyond the realms of tranquility 

distortion outrage cerebral dismal 

compelled by a joyous feeling of rage 

instigating homicidal craze 

implant seeds of hate 

creating images of horror 

powers which mankind refuses to condone or conceive 

beware what curiosity and ignorance breed 

for what is not believed 

may turn out to be your destiny