I fell... And I arose
And fall I shall again, choosing so!
The deeper the cut
The dearer the scar
Each arrow of strife just hardens my shield
Replacing soul's rags with an armor of steel
I bleed... But not to atone
Pain is my patron, ever be it so!
Sealed is my fate, thus it I embrace
It's carved on my heart and runs through these veins
Ignite me, Father, for I yearn to burn...
The graver the loss
The greater the gain
Bane is a blessing to those who can see
That no trees will rise unless the seeds cease to be
Profanity's lead turned to spiritual gold
Through the d**h of vain roles true destinies unfold
When you wish to liberate a man
Destroy the world that surrounds him
And when you seek to crown a god
Slay that man that has bound him...
Slay that man that has bound him... Still!