To tread the path of glory
Gild your will with honor
Take flight amid the storm

Confront the serpent in the garden
Feel the fire burn
Rejoice and fan the flames

Look up to see the moon on the wane
And the stars begin to fade


The weak trample and feast on the weak -
Yet fail to become strong
Strength, earned through blood and tears

Shown and measured in grace
Staying one step ahead of the flock
Vigilant in your House of Pain

The realization your throne is an illusion
A liberation and challenge


Stand in awe or fall to your knees and grieve

Hear the serpent, but do not listen

His breath, the stench! The dust of ages
This conqueror adjusts his paper crown
Stammers his grace in tongues with a tongue forged in fire

His voice cuts like a knife
Flaying flesh from bone
Cleaving away reality

Feel the fire burn, rejoice and fan the flames

Tempered steel-eyed glare

As your demons dance before your eyes
Distract and intoxicate
Trying to reclaim what has become yours

Silent mortal flesh
Defy the serpent and gild your will with honor
Embrace the past and what's to come