Root / Atomizer And the Hunt Starts Again / Ancient Mysteries 1. Atomizer - And The Hunt Starts Again And as the blood Trails down the sink You catch a glimpse But it's surreal You're not who you think Feel so detached Just to your left There in the tub Lays a helpless victim And as you scrub All went to plan Although something's missing Because there was no No sense of relief There's no release It's not that you hoped it would be Dissatisfaction Fires reign And the hunt starts again Through all these years The plan's evolved To the point of perfection So why the lack Why no resolve Why no sense of closure The perfect victim Is what you had And more than once before So what went wrong What flaws the scheme Why are the fires raging on You know there's a hatred That you've tucked away In the blackest annals of your heart And you feel the compulsion no, it's more than that It's like the very threat of consumption Deny all that's rational Chase satisfaction Make violence & hatred the master And each drop of blood And each vessel you drain Still won't let you turn the key You kill again Without remorse Yet the demons still come screaming Each sacrifice Is closer to Your supposed perfect ending But in the end All that is real Is the blood on your hands Until you're caught Or until you're dead The hunt demands your tending 2. Root - Ancient Mysteries Do I set out on journey to my dreams or my delusions? Where are the ancient mysteries lying Veiled by oblivion ...Shadows of the dead speak to me I go down flaming stairs Into the throat of the demons of truth Flame lights up the cave and Mysterious symphony of noises Sounds all around myself Fulfills my heart with fright and delight Long time ago I used to listen to this music of delusions and mystical messages I see my father here, he lifted me high up To see boundless rows of lights I laughed and a flame was burning in his eyes The flame of revenge and unbridled desire To kill, murder, destroy And my soul slivered with pleasure In the ashes of my ancestors I look for my own redemption In the ashes of my ancestors I look for my own future In the ashes of my ancestors I look for my own freedom In iron coats-of-arms made of blood of the defeated Signs of the empire of death are glowing Where am I coming back and who's leading me?