The Shapeless Mass Lyrics

The Stars foretell Disaster
The People here are doomed
Great Misfortune is coming
Leave before the new Moon

At the River of Vltava sat a Man
Hands buried in the Dirt and Mud
Creating a Protector for his Kin
Reciting the seven Names of God

A monstrous Shape rises· from the Dirt
A Being created solely of Clay
Commanded to serve and protect
to rest on the sixth Day

Mighty Astaroth, name the Word
Breathe Life into this cold Design
Help me, Astaroth, hear my Words
Grant him Power and grant him Life

Limbs start to move as he turns his Head
But there is no Heartbeat to be found Deep inside
Hebrew, incarntations
Give Life to cold Clay

In the dark Slum of Prague
Walks a Figure dressed in grey
Walking without breathing
Emotions as cold as Stone
With the Stars comes the Calling
The Calling from the Unknown

Clive Life to cold Clay In the dark Slum of Prague
Walks a Figure dressed in grey
Walking without breathing
Emotions as cold as Stone
With the Start comes the Calling
The Cailing from the Unknown

This Demon is out of Control
The Embodiment of Horror
A Being without a Soul
Living his Death for Destruction
Houses are shattered and burning
People are crushed under Stone
His Creation still wearing the Shem
But soon to be overthrown

The Rabbi's trembling Hand across his Chest
He quickly turns Aemaeth into Maeth
To put the giant Golem back to Rest
He turns God's Truth into Death

The Town now lies in Ruin
The Golem's Remains disposed
Forever now stowed away
In the Genizah of the old Synagogue