Ancient Ones

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