Severed was his head but still he could see far, far away
Their open plains, their open fields
Where rivers ran with blood they lifted his body
Drenched in summerian black waters of sin
Clipped are the wings of this angel
His voice has been silenced
Stripped he has bee limb from limb
The passage lies open, they are all written down word by word
Their author, lord of the cryptic seas
Celestrial guardian of their tale and scriptures
Lead them to the fire burning
And they shall grow
When all this had been done his sight was still upon them
Neither day nor night his eyes would shut
Through hinnums embers, a light shall blind him forever
