The Church Lyrics - Infinite Spectrum

Chapter I: Dark Whispers 

Standing in its shadow, the old temple shows its age 

Desolation and decay hang like a pall about the place 

The vacant gothic structure, 

by padlocked rusty gate confined 

A touch of the dimly sinister, which I cannot define 

Dark whispers, tales of superstition 

From some unknown, vast gulf of night 

What monstrous evil dwelt within and left its mark, 

shuttered from the light? 

Legends are evoked, fear of something locked away 

behind the darkest door 

Some things are better left to rest in peace, 

Alone in the blackness forevermore 

The square is oddly quiet, the church yard overgrown 

A few people in the distance, I approach a constable 

He speaks of priestly warnings, foul things of days gone past 

And a cult that summoned evil, in dark days that didn't last 

Dark whispers, tales of superstition 

From some unknown, vast gulf of night 

What monstrous evil dwelt within and left its mark, 

shuttered from the light? 

Legends are evoked, fear of something locked away 

behind the darkest door 

Some things are better left to rest in peace, 

Alone in the blackness forevermore 

The dark sect took root within the church's gothic walls, 

Sometimes town folk would go missing, 

A mystery still unsolved 

It took a valiant priest to exorcise the beast 

Drive out the heretics, but some still believe 

the evil lies in wait 

Now I'm edging nearer to the church's iron gate 

Missing bars provide me entrance to the temple and my fate 

My trespass is revealed by those who make the cross 

They slowly back away, as if they know the cost 

Amidst the rot and tangles I search for entryway 

Doors locked, I walk the path around the stone blockade 

A cellar window, passage to within the church's walls 

I struggle with my fear, but still I hear the call 

Chapter II: Entry 

Into the dark, 

I let myself down to the concrete floor 

Within the vast cellar of dense shadows, 

my courage I enforce 

A black archway to the right 

leads to the upper floor 

I climb the worn stone steps 

The darkness I deplore 

Strange as any imagining, 

as if my weird tales came to life 

Strange feelings, eyes upon me, 

a malignant presence I can't describe 

I fumble without light, 

A blind man feeling with his hands 

Stopped by a closed door 

in dark as black as night 

Pushed open to a corridor, 

dimly lit my eyes do glance 

The massive hall revealed, 

through stained glass rays of light 

Strange as any imagining, 

as if my weird tales came to life 

Strange feelings, eyes upon me, 

a malignant presence I can't describe 

Cobwebs dress the pews 

The altar holds the dust of time 

The cross of an unknown faith, 

adorned in filth and grime 

Into a vestry room are shelves 

of mildewed, rotting books 

Black, forbidden volumes 

of legend or unknown 

Strange as any imagining, 

as if my weird tales came to life 

Strange feelings, eyes upon me, 

a malignant presence I can't describe 

This place was once the seat 

of evil older than mankind 

The manuscripts they prove it 

The local rumors had not lied 

Characters and symbols 

on the printed page 

Occult, and long forgotten 

from the darkest age 

I see the Book of Dzyan, 

the Necronomicon 

Books of blackest magic, 

darkest echelon 

Within a ruined desk, 

I find a small black book 

A record book of entries 

in ancient cryptograph 

I recognize the symbols 

from days of study past 

The small book I take with me 

The code I must unmask 

Am I the one to conquer 

the town's pervasive fear 

that left the church deserted 

for over sixty years? 

Am I the only one 

to tread these hallowed halls 

since the start of rumor 

and dark cultists' fall? 

Chapter III: The Ascent 

Through the dust and silken webs 

I trudge on, I will not be deterred, 

to the front entrance 

A door reveals stairs 

It begins with just one step 

and leads to my ascent 

Spiral motion, pull me up 

Anticipation, push me on 

Upward still proceeding, 

in winding, twisting steps 

The windows show a city 

in miniature 

Church tower lies above 

I await with bated breath 

It all seems so unreal 

Spiral motion, pull me up 

Anticipation, push me on 

Just a few more steps, 

to end this epic quest, 

Just a few more steps 

Just a few more steps 

Chapter IV: The Shining Trapezohedron 

At last I reach the summit, 

The tower has no chime 

I see a stone pillar center lined 

A strange box atop, 

from outside time and space 

Within a shining crystal, black as hate 

Entranced as if by magic, 

Shining crystal holds my gaze 

I see worlds of great stone towers 

Alien terrain 

Around the pillar a rough circle, 

Seven gothic chairs 

and cryptic carvings alien 

Hieroglyphs of unknown origin 

The peculiar rock 

the power to transcend 

Titan mountains, worlds of wonder, 

clouded by a haze 

Stirring in vague blackness, 

struggling hard to look away 

Chapter V: Spectres 

My eyes are pulled away, 

a skeleton in tattered suit of grey 

A steeple as a tomb 

How did he meet this doom? 

He wears a reporter's badge 

Notebook of black, 

clutched in bone white hand 

The past his pages illustrate 

Mystery of the church's darkest fate 

Professor Enoch Bowen buys the church 

Back from Egypt, so starts the curse 

1848, ten have disappeared, 

Stories of blood sacrifice 

are whispered on the air 

Spectres from the past reduced to dust and ash 

Within the church's walls, unholy rites recalled 

Message from the past, the conspiracy is vast 

Within the crystal stone, into the great unknown 

The priest warns of devil worship 

and a box from Egypt's ruins 

It calls something from the darkness 

and is banished by the light 

Some claim the crystal shows them heaven 

and The Haunter of the Dark tells secrets in some way 

They call the Haunter forth from void of blackness 

Only light can send it back from whence it came 

1857, they call it up by crystal gaze, 

The cult of Starry Wisdom 

growing day by day 

Some claim the crystal shows them heaven 

and The Haunter of the Dark tells secrets in some way 

They call the Haunter forth from void of blackness 

Only light can send it back from whence it came 

Spectres from the past reduced to dust and ash 

Within the church's walls, unholy rites recalled 

Message from the past, the conspiracy is vast 

Within the crystal stone, into the great unknown 

Too many years of mystery disappearance 

Opinion of the public finally sways 

The time is right for justice, retribution 

All that's left are ghosts from those dark days 

The crystal pulls me in again, 

entranced by far off worlds 

Panic breaks the spell 

Strange connection, 

somehow our beings are entwined 

I feel it there behind me, 

The Haunter of the Dark 

I slam the lid down on the shining crystal stone 

I hear movement from above, I know I'm not alone 

A monster in the steeple, I fear for my life 

I run from the church and into the night 

Back to the sane central streets of my home 

Away from this nightmare, nevermore to Federal Hill