I take a step in quaking fear

and fear myself betrayed

who could have heard the voice i hear,

the words of heaven's gate?

The echoes of my passion,

the sounds which I create

tell me now in laughing tones

to fear not what I make--

and hear me now, my concealed foes,

hear the power of my reign,

hear the whispers of insanity,

hear the mania of the sane;

And slowly now, all slips away,

I cannot feel my soul,

and sweetly now, I begin to see

the mysteries of time unfold;

the nausea and the burning wrath,

the desolation displayed anew

I see it all before my eyes,

but never hold it to be true.

And I feel the life within me,

the forgotten blood of old,

I feel the breathless bring me

beyond the days of cold;

and again i step unto my throne

and face the crowded eyes,

and i feel my body far away,

beyond the darkened skies