An absence of true light, dread is always near
And if if heaven should speak, there is no hell but here
Scapegoats bear the fall, illusions born to choke
And if the tablets call, they were not carved in oak
And yet the flock have just the wit to play the part in futile lays
Acceptance of illusion
The waxing of reason, the waning of fear
In pale light of the moon, sight becomes so clear
Shadows of the might, wolves in fierce pursuit
Ascendant lunar runes take hold upon the root
And lo, the leap of reason ignites the flame of life
Emancipate the serfs of torment from chains
Transform the state of higher consciousness
Refusal of illusion
Forsake the frozen wastes
Transcendence of illusion