O beloveth sons Giving destruction a voice Incompareable and yet hidden so carefully Behind the veils of secrets Born of pestilence and plague Of blackest dust, their storms Of purest ecstacy, their wrath
And highest walls will fall As I try to understand the numbers and words Wich are unwritten and unintelligible
Counting to seven and back As names can't fill the holes in knowledge Reaching rooms of emptiness No human eyes had seen before Going from whence no one returns Entering spaces no man has ever walked As I pray to the foundations of chaos
I walked into the flames, and I knew There are definitions of the burning pain Crawling on human backs And there are names For the poisonous seed of rejection Lurking in places unknown Arrayed in terror Falling like rain from the sky As the blaze of the ancient presence of death Seven For they are seven
I was banished From the waste of restriction And I watched the harlot die in the streets I was forsaken Am I forsaken? Telal took me by the hand
Guided by the architects Of a world between the worlds
I saw the spawn of the earth The serpents from below Where they came from I wandered, for their places are mine I saw the storms from above Guiding pest and plague of millions of years And I saw the light For I have seen darkness And I knew There are definitions of the fire of pain Crawling on the face of men And there are names for the burning perdition For the venom of gods