Beware! The war of the Maker   And heed not the call of the wild   Where dreams of the evermore won't shine   Speak not, as the devil's laughter   Screams in the face of the blind   And feeds on the souls of the Infinite Child      Fly with the Spirit   Follow the light of the Unborn Child   Fly with the Spirit – to the sky      Hear well the mystery madness   That echoes the word of the Good   But lies in the stagnant pit of doom   Taste not ye the devil's nectar   That poisons the life of His blood   And tortures the souls of the misshapen tomb      Fly with the Spirit   Follow the light of the Unborn Child   Fly with the Spirit – to the sky   Slipping away   Deep into the river of unspoken Truth   Fading away   Deep into the Spirit of unspoken Truth      Beware! The war of the Maker   And heed not the call of the wild   Where dreams of the evermore won't shine   Speak not, as the devil's laughter   Screams in the face of the blind   And feeds on the souls of the Infinite Child      Fly with the Spirit   Follow the light of the Unborn Child   Fly with the Spirit – to the sky      Slipping away   Deep into the river of unspoken Truth   Fading away   Deep into the Spirit of unspoken Truth   Slipping away   Deep into the river of unspoken Truth   Fading away   Deep into the Spirit of unspoken Truth