Lyrics: Curtis Baycroft
Music: Curtis Baycroft
Four hundred twenty torches light my path
The acrid, pungent incense fills my lungs
The monks are chanting as walk towards the High Priest's chair
They speak the sacred words, they know the ancient tongue
Red eyes gleam
Through the haze
Fear grips me
In the hall of the High Priest
Incense burns
Torches blaze
I have arrived
In the hall of the High Priest
I approach his oaken throne with trepidation
The dank aroma awakens my hunger
He laughs and invites me to sit down
The fear is gone as we feast together
Red eyes gleam
Through the haze
Fear grips me
In the hall of the High Priest
Incense burns
Torches blaze
I have arrived
In the hall of the High Priest
I inhale I'm finally free
I once was blind, but now I see
Fractals and strange geometry
What is happening to me?