To Die For - Portrait

Severed heads

Piled up along the prison grounds

Outer signs of inner victories

They’re calling now

Familiars by my side

Their voices clear

As I transcend this darkness

The Murderer’s mark

The turning keys within my soul

In defiance towards nought I strive

I’m leaving here

Towards that other side

That calls my name

In silencing choirs

Marching on, to die for the cause of the one

Whose scythe cuts down all enslavers

Marching on

To die for the freedom of all

Towards none

The Master exalted

Their abode

A world abandoned long ago

The vast wreckage of a dying god

They’re crying out

The angels kept in chains

Surrendering as I ascend the pathways

Marching on, to die for the cause of the one

Whose scythe cuts down all enslavers

Marching on

To die for the freedom of all

Towards none

The Master exalted

By the will and grace of Satan’s blessed son

A pact sealed to die for

Severed heads

On across red through sacrifice

Outer signs of endless victory

I’m calling out

To reach the other side

In ecstasy I behold the opening gates

Marching on, to die for the cause of the one

Whose scythe cuts down all enslavers

Marching on

To die for the freedom of all

Towards none

The Master exalted