No Passage for the Dead

Fear above, we fear below

Severe the jaws, I raise myself from my darkest woes

Ordeals of love, reveal the lows

Severe the cause, I turn myself from the prophets world

Break the chain, rise inane, fall to me

Rise again, fall to me

To read these words of a zealous god

Bleeding away streams of consciousness

Resist the will of all men of cloth

Freedom suppressed from the saddest depths

Chasing scorn away

Dominions of our guardian’s dreams

Foreseeing all this flesh and blood

We try, no passage for the dead, we die

Break the chain, rise inane, fall to me

Rise again, fall to me