Our secrets are laid bare before my eyes

Its I and I alone who can grant

Passage to our most inner circle

Who can judge the weak from the strong?

The Truth from the falsehood

The sacred record of our unforgiving past

And of the Torturous road we have trodden

I alone bare these burdens on my shoulders sit

Sins of the angels

I alone know the names of those who've fallen from grace

I Cannot rest whilst they still remain to stain our

I'm the master

Your the Puppet that dances to my tune
Our secrets are laid before my eyes

Its i who can grant passage to our most inner circle

And you shall taste
The undreampt joys that lie beyond the bounds of a mortal sense
And you shall taste
The undreampt joys that lie beyond the bounds of a mortal sense