a voice called from beyond the stars by way of the serpent whirling through my veins through the clatter of the iron age into the dreams of the insane turn away from the light again and i was accosted by fear and my skin was salty from my tears but ever your radiance shone me sights of gloria and brought me back to contest the light again so i looked around for your sigils and i found them in the blood of your brood the empty and desolate the void within the storm abomination that sheds his light again i have drowned my heart in sorrow i have closed my soul to man i have wallowed in in the darkness i have embraced the death i shall never see the light again my body is chiming with the thought that fills the universe i must needs cut out my senses lest his word becomes my hearse a pound of flesh a pound of flesh the keeper demands a pound of flesh skin for skin skin for skin bred and sired in box and sin woe is them woe is them who wears these chains as golden mesh rain of ash rain of ash as holy flesh and sulphur clash i know their torment shall never pass haunted forever by love and distress in the endless desert wings strewn with broken glass my king of chaos stands in a realm of boiling brass on the wings of gloria across the plane of sadness contraction and expansion from the death into the death from the middle of never into the endless ever after i stride among the broken clock proclaiming lord i am your rock build on me your empire of euphoria kindle me with your unborn breath let me fly on the wings of gloria let me fly on the wings of death so i have raised a temple of blood and bone on the vanquished reason surrounds my soul the stairway is open the circle is whole the dragon spreads its light again so make your wings to shine and make your eyes to beam make your dark as fire so bright burn my eyes with its light so i may never see the light again 