The time has come

To rise again

Freedom lift thy sewered hem

Free from beasts and skewered men



My dreams unroll

Ten thousand fold

Their world will never take me

They will never desecrate my soul



The stars I have grasped

Are so far lonely constellations

And wishing on those stars

My spirit bars annihilation



From earthen miseries

Hosts of most fell forms of greed

Ghosts of pearly gate remissions



Forever haunting me

Slit the witch and watch him bleed

As with any inquisition



Lying from the start

The preachers piled their craft

Scoffing elder glories

And dying, I depart

To make their sunken hearts

A coffin for their stories



The time is past

The falter when

Freedom slips my sombre pen

And the gates to wolves break open then



My feelings may

Seem constant prey

But claws no more will rake me

Those whores have fled to darker days



Above and beyond

I have wronged in my position

But now the winds are strong

To soar from Babel's vision



Of cutthroat jealousies

Dock to dock these mongrels breed

Dogs of fogged derision



Pacing, soon to be

Back to pack mentality

When my killing moon is risen



Trying from the start

These creatures of the dark

Were quaffing morning glories

And dying, I depart

To make their drunken hearts

A coffin for their stories



Innovation in ovation

Imagination stirs



Somewhere the dusk is lining

Red the shore of a roaring sea

And though loved there is someone pining

For the waves of blood to run and rescue me



The time has come

To rise again

Freedom lift thy sewered hem

Free from beasts and skewered men



My dreams unroll

Ten thousand fold

Their world will never take me

They will never desecrate my soul



Their world will never break me

They will never desecrate my soul