Gently, hold our heads Gently, hold our heads on high Aimless time in fear new hide Overthrow the plan Confusion lies in all my words Mad is the soul We barricade ourselves in holes of temperament This is the dawning of a new age A heart that beats the wrong way Insanity's crescendo Gently, hold our heads Gently, hold our heads on high Windcolor - second sight A touch of silence and the violence of dark Illusion span - the aroma of time Shadowlife and the scent of nothingness Infinite fall of instinct Order of one spells deceit Infinite lack of trust Order of one obsolete Oh, escaping time is all we lost ahead? When it's found, can judgment make amends? From force-fed impressions Let us mortify the mind Each soul to violate Each instinct to be rendered false Torn asunder be the conventional forms and frames Now for the blood of heaven Unlearn and the cleansing comes Fell a tremor in the pillars of the senses Cursed victim of a distance near The first dreams - the clearest vision Aimlessly steer towards our night We belong to thee Oh, dearest bliss, unnerving silence Entangled within Dimly begotten in clarity found Virgin-like tears for impurity bound Beseech he who darken the stars and the sky To greet now this vision an emerald dawn Empty the sun - carve out the wind Insanity's crescendo Tear out the blinded eye Lament of thunder - take comfort in fear Lightning veins in crude exterior Voice the oppression - voice the hypocrisy Lay down the law that made instinct fall Escape now and revert This cleansing rebirth Torn asunder be Affect me not; darkened vision Insanity's crescendo Grimly tread the footsteps torn Rebellious stand the seeker tall The thorn of insanity's hand Take this darkened vision from my sight Nailed to the image of ignorance Each soul to violate For the blood of heaven