He... looked upon the world And
saw that it was still depraved As
him Though
not like him For
him as, all But
closed Like
them Not
him Unaware
He
was Already
caught within Their
cycle With
them Outside
Depraved
Instinctive
Rebellion
Possessed
By
bestial despair He
fought This
law And
broke The
spell So
this, is why I built my empire Fled
from the truths unto which they conspire In
spirit born a stranger A
counterpart in mind The
seeker raised to bury A
freak among the blind Encountered
with mysteries On
his mission to reverse their ways He
sought a life among the dead With
refuge in an endless maze Before
... the silence This...
can not be the purpose of my presence What.
then is the call of my return ?