Fading away to the distant fields
Ruins of false prophecies
Visions abound of the Golden Age
Given to its destiny
Ninth of the circle won’t deem our fate
Nine whom we trusted in vain
Kingdom of lies now crucified
Only the shadows remain

Blinded by power and greed
Feigning ascent to the throne
Last in the line to be free
Brandishing powers unknown
Baron of flesh I foresee
One in a million would find
Lost in a great travesty
Foraging under your minds

Order projected into my mind
Hallucinations above
Sent at all costs to defend his name
Guard it with undying love
Here in the temple I found the truth
The imminent future they seek
Reveal atrocities from within
Burden and suffer the weak

Severed and hopelessly frail
Breaking the Sanctuary
Ages of old will prevail
Curse of the Hierarchy
Under the repulsor dome
God of the Stygian crusade
Commoners silently roam
Seeking a kingdom betrayed

Fallen from grace to his home again
Upon your plan I’ve exacted vengeance