Served was his head but still he could see far, far away

Their open plains, their open fields



Where rivers ran with bloos they lifted his body

Drenced in summerian black waters of sin



Clipped are the wings of this angel

His voice has been silenced

Stripped he has been limb from limb



The passage lies open, they are all written down word by word

their author, lord of cryptic seas



Celestian guardian of their tale and scriptures

Lead them to the fire burning

and they shall grow



When all this had been done his sight was still upon them

Neither day nor night his eyes would shut