With a bitter hatred, a call has risen Io thee, who look'st from thy sole dominion Like a god, to enslave this new born sphere That all its stars must bow their heads
But in defiance the word shall be spread To those who stand in highest light Behind the telling chain of misery The second rebellion will be set
Born to serve and fail Sewn eyes for the praying son But I am their burning light The ascension in their eyes As I have awoken From the sands of sulphurous gold
In the shackles of ignorance The golden lie of innocence Seeded obedience, the father's code The thorned cradle of a soulbound prison
