Septic Flesh - Communion

Alien faces Watching me Wearing wings They come to drink The ancient chalice Raised so high In a toast to those who fly Fallen angels burn the night Touch me with your hungry eyes Send your thoughts between the realms Sharing your eternal dreams Communion Some have seen your trembling lights Dancing in the cloudy night You appear as strange machines Changing form, to fit the scene Demons, angels, poltergeists Laughing as they play with minds Altering the face of truth So that seems as lie to fools Communion There are things that can't be seen They are the things that lurk within If you seal the mystic bond You will never be alone... "I wear your horns with shameless pride As a nailed crown Upon the severed head of a king." Watching... Communion Slay the false king And claim the throne