[Music: Sundin, Johansson]

[Words: Stanne]



Crown the impulse that deliberately fall

defeat in spiritless action

Isolation - burn the greenwood

Order of the vertical path



Descendent

crawlin the remnants of one thousand lies

Restaging

torching a world that was left behind

Zodijackyl light



Cross the sharpest void

deride the embers of his fall

The bringer that on millions horses ride



Waiting for the call within, the spark of sin

ever reminiscent of the coming of storm

Can you see the cosmic face

in which disorder lies



Burning of oppression

the inventors

is the killing hand

Be that of the darkest sin

to frustrate hope and love



I shall not be blinded

I shall not be forced



Resistance

feasting on debris from celestial wars



Burning in the sky

beyond the realm of time:

Sequence if the nucleus

the glowing dust in fligh

Zodijackyl light



And they ride, they ride

the drama takes the lead

the beast of heaven their guide

Racing through the vastness

constellation disarray

that darkness could not have existed

that bares no witness to the light



Sweet endless

Perpetually plunge through interior vaults

So seamless

Joints of time cannot shackle the beast



Zodijackyl light.