My voice is fire and the wind is my herald Watch the world burn as I start to howl There's a sense of loss in its ashes' warmth But also freedom from what weighs us down
The quintessence of the thirst for knowledge Fuels this toilsome journey through hell It is the purest venom from the forbidden fountains The serpent's dew that awakens the self
Each step further from Eden is a step of a dawning god No true crown can be granted to a spineless heap of mud
I have listened and I have heard I have watched and I have seen From the shadow I began to learn The dark, the black and the spectrum between
Dived I deep into the oil black waters Not to drown and vanish but to surface on the other side Sinking through blackness, so dense and cold To seize the gift of birth through demise
Those who approach perdition from new angles and sides Can once through the depths reach the apex of heights
For certain I simply cannot know What will await me at the end of this road But be it a scepter in my hand Or the kiss of an axe on my neck Proudly I have traveled there And my fate I shall gladly acceptTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
