Paroles de ...And Madness

Running through the lava fields at night Chasing after laughter of mad acolytes The jesuit is not who he claims to be A dark imposter of nefarious machinery Echoes of ancient incantation Metered in the rhythm of a forbidden language They must be stopped before they call the name Their lust for the unknown has driven them insane Genius and madness brothers of a kind To your scattered bodies go time after time Begging for a copy of the book of common prater No natural philosophy will never help me here Their will is not their own They're only pieces in a game Captive to the mysteries of some infernal plane Tempest of lightning, sulphur and ash The madman raises silver daggers in his hands He sees me running for him and braces the hit I take him by the neck and into the pit