nine eyes on the wild one in the heliosphere of the holy sun a skeleton of stone in reverence kneels through translucent skin of steel an offering of what was once our lives held high bound to those spheres by inherent sound of hunger of heart and cerebral crown we re languid in the chains of daily strife that choke and chafe internal life the undying in us stirs with each link these sounds melt down assail any altar aligned with any faltered design of material gain and we shall shed these shackles of shame for the robes of what naked remains wax wings for a venture in vain or the evolution of the alchemists aim the element of man reduced to flesh a vessel of our consciousness reborn within a cage that won t decay or die assail any altar aligned with any faltered design of material gain and we shall shed these shackles of shame for the robes of what naked remains