Woorden: Horrifier. Grim Fate. E.B.E..

Locked within the shell
Of the frozen armor's mass
An answer to a question
That man's been searching for
Precious knowledge lies within
A craft of mystic origin
Rests with the spirit
Trapped within it's core

What is the truth
That we don't deserve to know
Why do they hide it away
To keep a man clueless
Is to keep him obedient
Oblivion leads mankind astray

Taken to a fortress
Of unknown location
The truth that never existed
Is waiting to be found
A key to life's sanctity
Awaits annihilation
Hidden away from the public eye
Locked safe and sound

Labeled as a Fallen Angel
That which we cannot see
What is so far and yet so near
Kept by those we obey and fear
Code named E.B.E.

Locked within the shell
Of the frozen armor's mass
An answer to a question
That man's been searching for
Precious knowledge lies within
A craft of mystic origin
Rests with the spirit
Trapped within it's core

What is the truth
That we don't deserve to know
Why do they hide it away
To keep a man clueless
Is to keep him obedient
Oblivion leads mankind astray

Taken to a fortress
Of unknown location
The truth that never existed
Is waiting to be found
A key to life's sanctity
Awaits annihilation
Hidden away from the public eye
Locked safe and sound

Labeled as a Fallen Angel
That which we cannot see
What is so far and yet so near
Kept by those we obey and fear
Code named E.B.E.