The armies of hell knock at my door They reign with pestilence, corruption of intelligence Their crusade: against freedom. Freewill They took nothing, they took everything
My eyes are empty. They see no hope. My hands are bound, unto the truth My mind bears the weight of this prison Breaking through on hands and knees to reach absolution.
This place kills me. All I do is sleep You’ve burned my temples Places of refuge Left to dust. Lost in lines. Left behind.
This shrine cleanses me. Refuge from assault Born again with eyes Eyes full of hope My mind breaks free of this prison I’ve reached absolution, I found redemption.
The armies of hell decay at my door I reign with freewill Upon the Oaken Throne My crusade: against man. Conformity. I’ve lost nothing, but gained everything.