The Dreaming Prince in Ecstasy, Pt. III - The Fall

A newborn God, tragic and alone
Weeping in a misty, vast realm
His throne burns
Through scars and blood, the silence grows
It's the mystery of silent moonlight
Where secrets untold overflow

And rise beyond these halls of stone
Pain and blood flow through the throat
Of oneiric storms and distant cries
Of a penitent soul
Yearning for a frail glimpse of light
Beyond the mighty skies

Victorious, these wings and feathers arise
In the orgasm of ascension
Unchained at last, I'm free from this mask
With the sparkling tear of deception gouging my eyes

This is the question
This is the baleful lie
This is temptation inside the sacred fire
And pray

For the question
For this baleful lie
And for temptation
The sacred fire falls down

Pain and blood flow through the throat
Of oneiric storms and distant cries
Of a penitent soul
Yearning for a frail glimpse of light
Beyond the mighty skies

The skies will burn away