�the slaves of the blind one that boasted himself to be the enlightened one. for there is no centre, nay, nothing but dispersion.�

Feeble grip of sanity; relinquishing the wraith
There's no more room in hell to spare for those of little faith
Lobotomized by clashing tongues of those who fell before
Raping of the cognizance just like a squalid whore

Solomonic triad in the sand; abyssmal dweller rise and give command
Twisted void you'll never understand; welcome to your fucking promised land

�i am i,� he growls in vain; demonic entity
Manipulating senses with his foul chicanery
Glassy eyed and cast aside, is this the truth i seek?
Demonic stare, i'm unaware of my ego's own mystique

(repeat chorus)

�i feed upon the names of the most high. i churn them in my jaws, and i void them from my fundament. i fear not the power of the pentagram, for i am the master of the triad. my name is three hundred thirty three. be vigilant, for i warn thee that i am about to deceive thee.�

(repeat chorus)

Guardian of empty hate, forever filled with rage
Bringing forth the pox and plague; a cancer ridden age
Looked down upon by higher beings, they underestimate
One by one he'll castrate those who think they dominate.