With three of the four fiends in chains, the Basilisk prepares the monstrous mezmetronic mind-control machine for its inaugural transmission to the unwitting dupes of Creepsylvania. As the final test before a worldwide broadcast nears, he reflects on small achievements through history...
Morning of the Mezmetron
We were there in the palace square When the Pharoahs took their thrones We whispered lies into Caesar's ear And our knives cut to the bone We raised a temple for Solomon And we made damn sure it fell And when that charlatan was crucified We wrote his story well
Gaze at the unblinking eye Watch as your consciousness dies And welcome the new order's dawn Tremble in awe of the Mezmetron
Emperors and Presidents Have fallen to our blades Weaving spiders are ensnared In the webs that they have made Guiding hands, overlords Call us what you will We are the authors of the prophecy And we shall see that it's fulfilled
Sleep, Sleep
Now the final act begins It's the end of all mankind No more hatred, no more fear No reason for a mind Sit and watch the Mezmetron And you'll feel yourself go numb You begged for this, you prayed for it And now your day has comeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
