The Owl Resurrection - Corpus Christii

Call the ancient ones.

Build them into the foundations

Primitive guides

Who live only to maintain their blood

Feeding from their coward existence

To strive for power

To convince you

Of a better future

To come

They teach you

How to feed them

Still you do not ask why

Making their large yellow eyes

Ordering you to chant

Until a state of insanity

Ritual death

You sacrifice, without choice

The eleventh element

The only exit

The limbless crawl together to give birth

You’re drained in front of their dead eyes

The fleshly expression of might

You look upon the scene

As a spectator

But forget you’re the one lying in the altar

Guided by the foundation stones

Into your oblivion

They teach you, how to feed them

Still you do not ask why

Making their large yellow eyes

Makes you to chant, until a state of insanity