Ancient Ones - Yidhra

Their calls they come to me from somewhere within

Not through my bones, my blood, my soul or even my sins

This sickening yearning beckons me from deeper still

My thoughts they wont stop fighting

This ache I cannot kill

Ancient Ones, Time Has Come

Ancient Ones, Time Has Come

The time grows ever nearer when I can be like them

The dreams that haunted me hid the pleasures from which they stemmed

Now I crave the revelry and of being cleansed

No guilt, no sin, no morality will survive once they ascend

Ancient Ones, Time Has Come

Ancient Ones, Time Has Come