In orphaned seas, where the haunters of the dark

Weep in solitary madness

The poet grieves a dying muse

Flowered in sin, where the smoldering earth bequeaths

The ashes of sleeping pantheons,

She lies so majestic

Her sonorous beauty, inanimate and white

A silent lyre sings homage to the lovelorn neophyte

Mordant sinews breathe and entwine

Vultures feed on the demigod's shrine

Preying on the innocence of a yesteryear



[Chorus]

The eyes of Prometheus

Guardians of the hallow hearth

Keepers of the Naochian spirit

Raise the brimstone acolyte



Raven moon, burning seed of the autumnal fire

The embers still seer in the memories of the martyr's pyre

Supplicating his mercy, benevolent and benign

Conjure the congregation in the abysmal shrine

Refute the absolute, the shrouding ambivalence

The hopes of the destitute, the mark of the inane reverence

He is the iconoclast of primeval pleasure



[Chorus]

The eyes of Prometheus

Guardians of the hallow hearth

Keepers of the Naochian spirit

Raise the brimstone acolyte