I am standing like a sundial, casting shadows on the late September grain A scarecrow crucifixion hanging lifeless for nobody to explain I was born of the Eclipse within the darkness of the equinoctial storm The seasons turned unrecognized around me as the stars fell from the skies I was smothered by the winding cloth of suffocating, superstitious lies I was buried far beneath the frozen earth, dead and forgotten to the World
Yet still I dream... Lazarus You shall not bind me with these lies, I am alive, I am alive Out of the grave I shall arise, I am alive! I shall live beneath the Mountains, draw my water from the older deeper Well I shall learn the tongue of Angels, forge the key to free the rusted gates of Hell I shall walk into the sea from whence I came, to where I shall return ...So are the risen, among the living