Do you hear them calling from beyong? As a foulness ye shall know
them As a foulness thou knowest thyself Freed from the shackles
of morality And long long gone is the need for science Through
the wakening of the beast within Oh did you not rejoice? When
you felt the power... the power in your mind No longer confined
to nocturnal solitude Walk among the herd Mold them as you wish
In images of unearthly bizarrerie Do you hear them calling from
beyong? Sculptor of flesh Architect of abomination Mold the
living flesh like clay Sculptor of flesh Warp the world To your
linking And then the sun will set and no new day will rise on
humanity Will you grieve for them? Will the lack of their
bleating cacophony strike a note within? Rejoice, destroyer,
anti-christ For your deed was long overdue
Send "Sculptor Of Flesh" Ringtone to your Cell 
