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

Its 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 usurp 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