Acolyte

See our creased faces of devotion
Dark desire, mythic tears
Untapped prophecy
The dedication ceremony
Piercing eyes, coming from the black
Unhealthy face, distorting your words

Dreams of fear, I have now undertaken
Sleepless hours are dawning
Never setting
Shoggal mass coming from the black
Unhealthy face, corrupting your soul

Feel flesh mold, naive acolyte
Taste new air, of imprisoned minds
Spawn of our father, I have use for you
Time you'll learn is endless in its wake
Behold death and the lessons it hold
Trust in your creator
Your master, your god
Little do you know