The heresy of an age of reason Still more majestic of madness and of sin Much of madness and more of sin The heresy of an age of reason Blasphemy to
As midnights constellations Gather from unnatural brilliance Collecting the pieces In which all burn Within death's darkly curtained halls I've learned
Within the silvery domain of mind Thou hast seen the land of vast realm Wistful the thoughts of a time yet to come Wistfully curious can no longer deny
fear undefiled conjured ages ago Amongst decayed ruins of the worn labyrinth path From the essence heart of the labyrinth old Appears the shell of an
And all was chaos That who beholds shall perish With a roar, with a curse Amid desolate places Cold but burning And all was chaos still Where you gaze
Subvert the will of millions In dread and potent name For faceless fools forges The enigma of their fall As hierarchy of selves Whose blindness is enlightenment
heresy of an age of reason Still more majestic of madness and of sin Much of madness and more of sin The heresy of an age of reason Blasphemy to the
The tomb of man is the splendour of death Trod their ways, walk the accursed path Swirl towards the dying For death the ultimate reality Hides the claws
What has in truth already vanished is never to return What once has failed will not rise again, fallen forever Heavens gate will fall, the creations
