Mind Eclipse

Baltazar's Feast

Mind Eclipse


If you have chosen the path to the throne 
Undeterred by the terrible fate of your predecessors 
I had to share some thoughts with you 
My son you will, in my opinion, be strong enough 
To break the curse of endless rituals 
Self-sacrifice and immolation 

You'll have to cleanse your soul 
From the layers of moral putrefaction 
That have accumulated through the ages 
I hope you'll never share a table 
With bastards of Babylonian whores devouring 
The flesh of murdered gods 
(And drink from holly chalices the wine of their blood) 

To rule them you will need 
To hone your words to razor sharpness 
To purge your kingdom of the vice and heresy 
Harrowing the soil with the plow of hatered 
Forsaking weakness, mercy and regrets 

The orb of divine warrior 
Adorns your youthful head 
In which the rage of gods will soon awaken 
And Avel's spirit by your sword will dispense revenge 

This is the way you have to be 
To reach the throne that sits atop a heap 
Of skulls and skeletons of the tomorrow's dead 
Of scum and villains who are feasting at my table at this time of plague 
(So let this throne should not be turned for thee to cross upon Golgotha) 

I'm afraid 
You are not destined to delight 
Perfection of your reign 
As you were dealt the fate of 
Gladiator 
(In arena where all your deeds will be accomplished by your sword 

So brace yourself to reign in a dominion 
That's like neglected garden is overgrown with weeds 
Whose paths are covered in decaying leaves 
Flanked by the lifeless tree stumps 
That never will produce a seed or fruit 

Upon the ruins of Pantheon which once was home 
To living gods now dead, you must erect your own shrine 
From the debris create new form by force of your belief 
From chaos forge new harmony 
In Discordance new form of harmony you'll find 

This is my demise 
For which I'll raise my goblet 
For the last time at the fest of Baltazar 
I'll drink before my mind is lost to imminent dementia 
I'll drink to the doom of decadent epoch 
To the angels horn to herald it 
To the coming of Zoroaster clothed in celestial gold 
To the cleansing flame 
(To rebirth of new epoch of glory)