Conflagration Lyrics

The way I see it
You trap two souls
And keep them in a state of flux
Between the worlds

One in Deadside and the other in Live side.
Neither can cross over
From one plane of existence to the next
Nor pass on beyond.

Ergo, a schism,
or bridge is formed
Between the worlds.

So yes, You're looking for five ritually slaughtered corpses
Somewhere in the asylum.

Spoken of in whispers
At the Deadside margins
In the hushed and shivering tones
Of the lurking, lurching revenants.

These ancient places,
Blood temples to the Loa,
Spoken of in whispers
At the Deadside margins
In the hushed and shivering tones
Of the lurking, lurching revenants.

Where the Dark Souls did find
Their secret corner
Hidden by the sanguinary sisters
Steeped in voodoo lore.