Children of Stone

Stillborn of sickness your time is here to be
 It's time to kill the monster that lurks beneath your sea
 Illuminated death row, you're running out of time
 The puppet master laws shall paint your game
 Astray this masquerade, it's black in white
 It's not about what paint they use, it's how they draw the lines
 And as the fever embrace
 As it stains your soul
 That's when the faceless ghost
 Will rise above what haunts your world
 From birth to death eternal slavery
 The eye of the beholder, number six consists of three
 Reactivate your vengeance, throw flesh upon their cross
 And save yourselves from drowning, kiss of death, the bitter loss
 Now hear the dogs of doom, their hungry cries
 Those undertakers seem to be untied
 Transcend your boundaries in silent grace
 The skulls, the bones, its everlasting maze you'll feed