Letras
In scarlet fields where fallen angels sleep
A ground upon which mortals dare not tread
Where moves the image of the fallen man who holds the star within his hand
Beneath the shadow of a darkened sun
Intoxicated by the wine of life
We slumber through our days of emptiness and blindness and forgetfulness
Within the fire of awakening
There lies the core of my triumphant self
A spark ignites a freedom greater than all life, my mystery profound
Upon the altar where the chalice stands
Where coils the serpent round its offering
Of knowing and of sight, the power to transcend beyond the tyrant's throne