In orphaned seas, where the haunters of the dark   Weep in solitary madness   The poet grieves a dying muse   Flowered in sin, where the smoldering earth bequeaths   The ashes of sleeping pantheons,   She lies so majestic   Her sonorous beauty, inanimate and white   A silent lyre sings homage to the lovelorn neophyte   Mordant sinews breathe and entwine   Vultures feed on the demigod's shrine   Preying on the innocence of a yesteryear      [Chorus]   The eyes of Prometheus   Guardians of the hallow hearth   Keepers of the Naochian spirit   Raise the brimstone acolyte      Raven moon, burning seed of the autumnal fire   The embers still seer in the memories of the martyr's pyre   Supplicating his mercy, benevolent and benign   Conjure the congregation in the abysmal shrine   Refute the absolute, the shrouding ambivalence   The hopes of the destitute, the mark of the inane reverence   He is the iconoclast of primeval pleasure      [Chorus]   The eyes of Prometheus   Guardians of the hallow hearth   Keepers of the Naochian spirit   Raise the brimstone acolyte