Shamatanic
Open your eyes, open your eyes
What do you see when you open your eyes?
Scattered limbs and defiled bodies
Piled up as stairway into your mind

There is no one to blame
There is no one to hate
And all that you’ve done strikes back to your face
The birth of a consciousness comes with a price
That cannot be paid with the gold or the myrrh
Open your eyes, open your eyes
What do you see when you opеn your eyes?
Scatterеd limbs and defiled bodies
Piled up as stairway into your mind

This ritual coven has turned into dust
A graveyard of demons and guardian angels
Which carcasses starts to remind you
Of your past, present and the future

Open your eyes, open your eyes
What do you feel when you open your eyes?
Can’t look away, you can’t look away
You are what you’ve done, you reap what you sow
The summoned powers you always sought for
Are tearing you apart from the deep within
To measure the strength of the Soul in you
Can you hold Magick? Can you wear crown?
What if assassin accuses of a murder?
You are your demons and the demons are you!
The slaves shall serve their rightful Master
And they won’t obey without the use of a rod

Open your eyes, open your eyes
What do you see when you open your eyes?
Scattered limbs and defiled bodies
Piled up as stairway into your mind
This ritual coven has turned into dust
A graveyard of demons and guardian angels
Which carcasses starts to remind you
Of your past, present and the future

Open your eyes, open your eyes
What do you feel when you open your eyes?
Can’t look away, you can’t look away
You are what you’ve done, you reap what you sow
The summoned powers you always sought for
Are tearing you apart from the deep within
To measure the strength of the Soul in you
Can you hold Magick? Can you wear crown?
What if assassin accuses of a murder?
You are your demons and the demons are you!
But the slaves shall serve their rightful Master
And they won’t obey without the use of a rod
No one to blame
There is no one to hate
And all that you done strikes back to your face
The birth of a consciousness comes with a price
That cannot be paid with the gold or the myrrh
Open your eyes, open your eyes
What do you see when you open your eyes?
Scattered limbs and defiled bodies
Piled up as stairway into your mind
Cast me not off in the day of reckoning
As allies and foes might turn into each other
Heaven to hell, hell to the heaven
We possess the power to turn them around

Open your eyes, open your eyes
What do you see when you open your eyes?
The first time in life, you can really see
The others as they are and the world as it is
The cards are on the table and always has been
Who could ever read ’em would be like a god
The cards are on the table and always will be
Dare you read them now with the eyes open wide?

The dust has now turned into a form of the feces
And the feces shall has turn into the form of a gold
All of the voices has condensed into
A soliloquy of one solid thought