I fell... And I arose And fall I shall again, choosing so! The deeper the cut The dearer the scar Each arrow of strife just hardens my shield Replacing soul's rags with an armor of steel I bleed... But not to atone Pain is my patron, ever be it so! Sealed is my fate, thus it I embrace It's carved on my heart and runs through these veins Ignite me, Father, for I yearn to burn... The graver the loss The greater the gain Bane is a blessing to those who can see That no trees will rise unless the seeds cease to be Profanity's lead turned to spiritual gold Through the d**h of vain roles true destinies unfold When you wish to liberate a man Destroy the world that surrounds him And when you seek to crown a god Slay that man that has bound him... Slay that man that has bound him... Still!