The world around is killing me
No thunder wind and rain
Eels are crawling everywhere
Compounding with the game
Grind the army, the living dead, without destination
The faceless crowd is out to kill all kinds of variations
You’re trying to trample down my dreams
A shot in the dark
Mysteria — the spirits are rising
Eldritch cries from the hill
Mysteria — fires are blazing
Their wicked fist is shattering the still, oh
Seven days and nights a week
Spinning like a wheel
You try to buckle, bend and break
And polish stainless steel
Raging fury in the sky burning with desire
Self-determination rising from the fire
You’re trying to trample down my dreams
My disdained ideals
Beware of the difference
We’re savage and mean — we’re a…
Mysteria — the spirits are rising
Eldritch cries from the hill
Mysteria — fires are blazing
Their wicked fist is shattering the still
Evil is the dreamer to pit himself
Against the forces of the tide
You pay the seer to portray
What you wanna hear what he has seen that night
Oh — unholy is the feast
Watch us dance around the blazing hellfire
And Lucifer arises he appears at my desire
Mysteria — the spirits are rising
Eldritch cries from the hill
Mysteria — fires are blazing
Their wicked fist is shattering the still, oh
When I was younger my brother would play CS and at the beginning of every round the first 30 seconds or so of this song would start playing, I spent months trying to track it down, feels good hearing it again