Ouroboros - Scion

Freedom from a place so cold and pale, ashes fall.
Scratch the icon from the stone, for his path is thorned.
We have failed to keep this wretch from killing us.

Spear the heart.
Crack the skies.
Break the chains you bind.
Love is the whole of the law.

I crawled through the dusts of the earth,
cloaked in the salts of the sand from the sea.
Life; idle chaos sculpting form.
Servants unto the angels' whore.

Hear me now, king of kings.
I shall kneel before no god, for I am evermore.
Your legs have buckled under crowns of gold, lies and blood.

Wretch...

Wounds, that sting of dirt and sweat.
Here sounds the horn of mules, bleeding ears with empty eyes.
Reason, torn free.
And now the cinders burn out...
To keep this wreath from choking us.

Spear the heart.
Crack the skies.
Break the chains you bind.
Love is the whole of the law.

I crawled through the dusts of the earth,
cloaked in the salts of the sand from the sea.
Death; this path is life? No.

Saviour, of death (cry),
Reason, my name (now)
I am the slayer of gods.