Gently hold our heads 

gently hold our heads on high



Aimless time in fear now hide 

overthrow the plan 

confusion lies in all my words 

mad is the soul



We barricade ourselves in holes of temperament 

this is the dawning of a new age 

a heart that the wrong way 

insanity's crescendo



Windcolour - second sight 

a touch of silence 

and the violence of dark

illusion span - the aroma of time 

shadowlife and the scent of nothingness



Infinite fall of instinct 

order of one spells deceit 

Infinite lack of trust 

order of one obsolete



Oh escaping time is all we lost ahead? 

When it's found, can judgement make amends?



From force-fed impressions 

let us mortify the mind 

each soul to violate 

each instinct to be rendered false



Torn asunder be the conventional forms and frames 

now for the blood of heaven 



Felt a tremor in the pillars of the senses 

cursed victim of a distance near

the first dream - the clearest vision



Aimlessly steer towards our 

light we belong to thee 

Oh dearest bliss, unnerving silence 

entangled within



Dimly begotten in clarity found 

virginlike tears for impurity bound 

Beseech he who darken the stars and the sky 

to greet now his vision an emerald dawn



Empty the sun - carve out the wind 

insanity's crescendo 

tear out the blinded eye



lightning veins in crude exterior 

voice the oppression - voice the hypocrisy 

lay down the law that made instinct fall



Escape now and revert this cleansing rebirth 

torn asunder be 

affect me not; darkened vision 

insanity's crescendo



Grimly tread the footsteps torn 

rebellious stand the seeker tall 

the thorn of insanity's hand 

take this darkened vision from my sight



Nailed to the image of ignorance 

each soul to violate 

for the blood of heaven