An atrophied frame by an impotent rapture sustained A god you will truly never see "Thou shalt" unfurling in the wind Rising above with an "I will" The shrouded impulse of your self preservation A flash of the fearful wickedness inside Phantoms dreamt to life by the desperately lost Despisers of life bound in other worldly hopes Voices from above Mere delusions of shame and guilt Say goodnight to the voices in your head You never heard them anyway You might just be insane I ascended carrying ashes Upon my descent I carry my fire through the valleys It's radiance outshines the wicked light The sleepers are awakening with the falling of the sun Casting the darkness into light "Into a god's mask your dreadful coiling snake has crawled" Now unsurp the throne and possess creation "Thou shalt" unfurling in the wind Rising above with an "I will" A purified mind In the death of lies becomes alive Extinguishing the fires of hell.
