Unrestrained by the illusions that hold a world at bay Unbaptized in flames of delusion For me the world was but a grave
The time is nigh for another revolution As the sun gives away to a greater light Just a leap in a private evolution A crop laid out for the reaping, with a global scythe
Fear not the world failing at your feet For there are greater things coming to be
The time is ripe for this transformation As all good tales must come to and end And where life will greet its negation And upon this soil no Sun will ever ascend
For I am becoming... and I'll grow my wings before the fall
As it comes forth from primordial darkness And takes only what needs to be reclaimed These slumbering aeons will bear as witness To the beauty of a world dressed in flame...