The Gate - Dunsmuir

First they call us simple addicts

And then their laughter turned to ridicule

But now we speak the sacred language

And we shall see who is the greater fools

Gather under the watchful glare of Horus' eye

Pick up the scattered pieces and swing the gate wide

7th wanderer in 90 seconds

Dynamo running 100%

The medium is holding steady

And ready to recieve a healthy dose of omnipotence

Gather under the watchful glare of Horus' eye

Pick up the scattered pieces and swing the gate wide

Colossal golden skeletons are falling from the sky

Pick up scattered pieces and swing the gate wide

Burning under the watchful glare of Horus' eye

Pick up the scattered pieces and swing the gate wide

Colossal golden skeletons are falling from the sky

I fear my mind had begun to implode

Apologies in advance