Lyrics:

Snort the powder of
Line up on ash, trembling swiftly
Weekly rising, taking the nightmares somewhere
Stripping it clean, drag it clean into the
The blind business that blinds
A voice thats not a voice
Waiting in the old place
Serpents of vacation wind to defeat

Beware the conjure
Beware the conjure

Themortals walk a long
Unseen and fowl
Its the lock under the deeps
Take a look at the blood that drips
Expectation of a blow
Servants of mission on to defeat
Its all the conjure

Now commencing
Blasphemy is addicted trail
In glory spread death on
Now come and see

Cut off spectrum, intercourse
A terrible thing to hear
No earth born free not insane of this fear
Now the wisdom is born without guidance

A blind business that blinds
A choice without choice
Waiting in the old place
Servants of occasion want to defeat

Beware the conjure
Beware the conjure
Beware the conjure
Beware the conjure

Beware the conjure
Because, in the end, you will find out
You cannot win