At its peak, zenith aligned
Lilith softly whispered, "Beyond the gate I know not what you'll find"

See the waxing of the black moon
The time is coming too soon
Must delay that inescapable fate
The cycle must be broken
Torment has been awoken
By strange melodies
The ringing of the chimes

Ophidian wheel for a crown
By his hand forever bound (time and time again)

Yet chained within this rhythm the soul sits unforgiven
In pieces on the floor the phylactery no more
Rust burned wrists are healing
Blood that's spilled is now congealing
In pools on the floor the phylactery no more

But in life death will resound
By his hand forever bound

Chains thrust upon me to keep me from this mortal coil
By his hand - we are forever bound
At its peak the Zenith was aligned
As Lilith softly whispered, "Beyond the gate I know not what you'll find"

Ophidian wheel for a crown
By his hand forever bound
Break the chains, hear that sound
By his hand we're no longer bound

We're no longer bound