The time has come   To rise again   Freedom lift thy sewered hem   Free from beasts and skewered me   My dreams unroll   Ten thousand fold   Their world will never take me   They will never desecrate my soul      The stars I have grasped   Are so far lonely constellations   And wishing on those stars   My spirit bars annihilation      From earthen miseries   Hosts of most fell forms of greed   Ghosts of pearly gate remissions   Forever haunting me   Slit the witch and watch him bleed   As with any inquisition      Lying from the start   The preachers piled their craft   Scoffing elder glories   And dying, I depart   To make their sunken hearts   A coffin for their stories      The time is past   The falter when   Freedom slips my sombre pen   And the gates to wolves break open then   My feelings may   Seem constant prey   But claws no more will rake me   Those whores have fled to darker days      Above and beyond   I have wronged in my position   But now the winds are strong   To soar from Babel’s vision      Of cutthroat jealousies   Dock to dock these mongrels breed   Dogs of fogged derision   Pacing, soon to be   Back to pack mentality   When my killing moon is risen      Trying from the start   These creatures of the dark   Were quaffing morning glories   And dying, I depart   To make their drunken hearts   A coffin for their stories      Innovation in ovation   Imagination stirs      Somewhere the dusk is lining   Red the shore of a roaring sea   And though loved there is someone is pining   For the waves of blood to run and rescue me   For the waves of blood to run and rescue me   To run and run and run and run      The time has come   To rise again   Freedom lift thy sewered hem   Free from beasts and skewered men   My dreams unroll   Ten thousand fold   Their world will never take me   They will never desecrate my soul      Their world will never break me   They will never desecrate my soul