Conjure - Down

Snort the powder of Ibn Ghazi

Line up on ash, trembling swiftly

Weekly rising, taking the nightmares somewhere

Stripping it clean, drag it clear into the system

The blind business that blinds

A voice that’s not a voice

Waiting in the old place

Serpents of vacation wind to defeat

Beware the conjure

Beware the conjure

The bulk of mortals walk alone (with)

Eidolon unseen and foul

Bend the Magus, thrash the fatuous, dread the strike that smites

As a foulness be the corpus at your throat

Inside the rock under the deeps

Take a look at the blood that drips

Expectation of a blow

Servants of mission on to defeat

It’s all the conjure

Now commencing

Blasphemy is addicted trail

In glory spread death on

Now come and see

Cut off spectrum, intercourse

A terrible thing to hear

No earth born free not insane of this fear

Now the wisdom is born without guidance

A blind business that blinds

A choice without choice

Waiting in the old place

Servants of occasion want to defeat

Beware the conjure

Beware the conjure

Beware the conjure

Beware the conjure

Beware the conjure

Because, in the end, you will find out

You cannot win