The constant dirge of mortality and sin Ranking your wondering sensibilities This world your passions cried Is no dying sin-tr (sic) But a glorious reflection of all Divinity O' yes, you found her
Denied your inspiration by the hanging god's words You sought out darker corners To find the source of your muse O' yes, you found her
Slowly lower your eyes Stare intently at the dwelling Several of the Names Do not have words But a seal for each name Has been given through the vale But a seal for each name Has been given through the vale
And she made you her own There is no longer room in your soul for lies O' yes, you found her O' yes, you found her