He beside me feels not the fury (Nor the crippling ache of madness) Whispers flood the home Where breath is wasted Solemnly, to taunt a dying soul It seems too soon I lament my cursed dreams The tempest beckons me It masks the filth of the dregs That sustained my being Damned to these arctic depths Cursing fate that bound me here A waste of valor I was built to conquer the sky! Is the legend Doomed to be buried in sand With only her name? I command The dust beneath my flesh! Mother meld my bone in her likeness Bound to her might, I erupted Bound to her might I lament my cursed dreams The tempest beckons me It masks the filth of the dregs That sustained my Rue passing day Sing, beast of prey Rue passing day (Foolish in heart, tainted blood of) Sing beast of prey (A fragile, headstrong, hunted breed) Weeping away (Misfortune favors those whose progeny they’ll die for) These waning days Voice of divinity warns of impending downfall Whispers penetrate Echoes escalate Silent, beating heart (Beware the consequence of steadfast arrogance) Silent, pounding heart (-To dance on mother’s molten breast) I wrestle the crude assemblage Crucifying my celestial power The last winds of breath escape in a howl of agony Still, I revel I will endure as legend I will be named a God! Ever-longing for ascension Buried skyward I remain Ever-longing for ascension Buried skyward I remain