From whence you came
The prince of this world
Wanderer on a path of shame
Stand proud, wings unfurled
Fire, burning all things that you love
And you get no help from above
Pain becomes a friend and all truths turn to lies
Fire, burning all things that you love
Still you get no help from above
Flame becomes a friend and you ́re the brightest
in the sky
Eyes that burn with emerald fire
Radiating a corpulent sheen
Skull aflame, features running
Weeping like wax from a candle
Flame melts the obscene
drop by drop it sinks
a bath in a sea of green
embalmed with poison drinks
Fire, burning all things that you love
And you get no help from above
Pain becomes a friend and all truths turn to lies
Fire, burning all things that you love
Still you get no help from above
Flame becomes a friend and you ́re the brightest
in the sky
Twisted by the rictus grin
Fading to death fugue of opaline
Oh, bright and morning star
Son of dawn, fallen afar
Brought down to the realm of the dead
In to a fathomless pit, burnt and bled
When you rise, we will rise with you
When you sing, the world sings too
When the shackles break and come undone
When the battle for the kingdom is won
You are the brightest in the sky
