(Instrumental)
Trapped in a prophetic vision
As I travel through oblivion
I saw the four-wheeled throne
Driven by unholy creatures
They had four faces of a man,
An ox, an eagle, a lion
Each of them had four wings
And they were marching while they scream

Lost in the innermost palace
Waits the Likeness of a Man
A supreme divine image
Sitting on his throne

I’m reaching for the seven stars
Through his heavenly palaces
Travelling the unknown
Dividing spirit and matter
From side to side, all hope is gone
All my dreams are scattered
I stand on the brink of defeat
To conquer the Works of the Chariot

Lost in the innermost palace
Waits the Likeness of a Man
A supreme divine image
Sitting on his throne

Behold the Man on the Throne
He’s losing his face in his crown
When the four angels tie their wings
Then it’s all the damned who sing

I am the wheel inside the wheel

(Yordei Merkabah)

Behold the Man on the Throne
He’s losing his face in his crown
When the four angels tie their wings
Then it’s all the damned who sing

I am the wheel inside the wheel

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