Born out of spiritual fire, I burn
Wading out in the fog of mystery
Passionate in my search of purpose.
Composed not of matter and heresy,
But of purity and ethereal entities.
Now I am to follow my calling
To create music among the masses.
Singing my own darkness
To raise spirits of my own.
This is my very essence...
Wailing, screaming out my soul.
My pride is in what I see...
Hordes of dark angels high above
Aiding their voices to my music.
I lift up my people with my magic
By the thousands they scream my name.
So beautiful they are to my eyes,
My bright eclipsed sun shining out.
Worshipped by mankind under a full moon
As the fog again settles in.
As I find my moment of truth,
Everything fades to memory.
I open my eyes from the vision,
And instead of seeing my horde of dark musicians,
A single one, I see now, is waiting to embrace me...
"I will make your dreams, your visions...come true."
