The time has come
  To rise again
  Freedom lift thy severed 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 remission
  
  Forever haunting me
  Slit the witch and watch him bleed
  As with any inquisition
  
  Lying from the start
  The preachers plied their craft
  Scoffing elder glories
  And dying, I depart
  To make their sunken hearts
  A coffin for their stories
  
  The time is past
  To falter when
  Freedom slips my sombre pen
  And 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 mourning 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 someone is pining
  For waves of blood to run and rescue me…
  
  The time has come
  To rise again
  Freedom lift thy severed 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