Seventh - The Desert

Two thousand years of pious wane 

Ripping off wisdom 

Spewing lies 

The tower is burning in an ocean of sin 

Behold! Your holy flesh is rotting 

Caught in a rapture of ignorance 

You roam on these rubbles 

Preaching and kneeling 

To serve the last prophecy 

Hark is voice 

Your belief is falling 

We all sink in a saturnian chaos 

Bereft of daylight 

Through hail and mist 

A fiery deluge will erase it all 

Lost in a desert 

With no salvation 

Fallen the kingdom 

Gone is the savior 

The oath is taken 

I will ascend 

Then I stumble 

And I crawl 

As the burning wind blows 

But my will is stronger 

I climbed that tower 

For my throne 

As I walk past the doorgate 

Chaos awakens 

The answer lies there 

The altar of knowledge 

I seek within 

The shrine of wisdom 

I long to see 

The spark of reason 

I have to keep 

My own perdition 

I must redeem