The Seven Arrived, foolishly with a fear to die
Into to the sewers, they crawled
With Bowers in tail, shit, bodies, and all
The darkness consumed, imagination rampant, presumed
It must end tonight, It must die tonight
Into its lair we will bring the fight
Come to me, and see
How we float down here
One by one I will cast you all
Shrieking into my deadlights
Battle inside the lights
A ritual
To kill IT
Fear no more
To fight the eye
Entangled a form IT chose to fright
With battery acid the seven stood grounds
The deeper they went they knew it could die
Hopelessly challenged, it crawled away
The strength of their imagination displayed
The rules of form and belief
Scared, It knew it faced defeat
Come to me, and see
How we float down here
One by one I will cast you all
Shrieking into my deadlights
Battle inside the lights
A ritual
To kill IT
Fear no more
Into the macroverse
Towards the deadlights
Telepathic battle the ritual engaged
You've only got to thrust your fists against the post
And still insist you see the ghosts
