Is that what's in here?
is that what's in here...

Let me slough you open and let me see,
what the storm of dust you are made of me...

(Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,)
In the whims of fate I do now trust...

Finger on the bottle edge
Circles, tracing countours round...

Pure voice of a child
Calls me from within...

Miracles can happen,
At the bottom of the sea...

I am your swordarm
Your shadow...

Awaken in the name of the tyrant I am
gold-eyed and inhuman in look...

Others live in the past yet I
do not feel my time has come yet...

I bade the stars,
To split the sun in two...

Hark! A chalice falls,
Into the crystal hands of a maiden...

Oh, you child of Earth and seed,
Wingless fledgling of ochre blood...