Archetypes of fear, buried deep within
Unmasking the inherent deception
Storming the gates of your psyche's hold
Haunted by the personal demons of old

The darkness is unveiled, your conscience screams
(Your) cards are dealt, nothing is what it seems

At the thresholds of consciousness

As the horror rises, I shudder at its stare
I gaze into the blackness, I meet my nightmare

The darkness is unveiled, your conscience screams
(Your) cards are dealt, nothing is what it seems

At the thresholds of consciousness

Lurking beneath; its hunger rises
Tormenting seed that feeds and paralyses

My senses are numb, my blood runs cold
I beg thee lord; keep my soul unto your fold
At the thresholds of consciousness