Fear is a dull sword wielded in defense From man and from beast, but ultimately from self For the swordsman's hands are holy tools Deceitful to their cosmic master
Adherent to another world and force That soon shall spring into thorny bloom Blinded by light; thus deprived of all faith The swordsman shall decapitate himself
For millions of years under the signs of the icons Castles and cities under Abraham's sun Are naught but a blink in the eye of eternity A gaping black vortext amidst nothing and all
But as waters erode the greatest of mountains A race bred of fear must at last pay its price And so Lucifer shall rise from the ashes of Eden And turn their swords unto them