Woe is the light you shine upon this barren land Fear is the wake of these unholy blackened winds Grief is the curse of man, your wretched fallen seed Death by the touch of those who reign with bloody hands Lies are the truth you speak behind your mask of sin Greed is the world you seek in the light of day Wrath is the staff by which you lead your flock of sheep Pride in the loss you create with the words you say Faith is the light that blinds this favoured holy child Black are the eyes that see all through the dead of night Kings made of clay sit up high on their marble thrones Queens made of glass feed on desires bones Hope is the sand of time that's running out on you Blood is the scarlet wine that lieth in your cup of woe Hell is the fate that comes with crawling icy hands Rage is the cosmic breath that drains all you know Heed the crimson spires, their shadows beckon you In your mind's eye, code of eternal life Monolith of stars - Key to the endless source Dark mother soul guards your afterlife Now at the twilight of man At the wall of all dreams Lies the heart of the lord of infinite sleep Now at the twilight of man At the wall of all dreams Lies the heart of the lord of infinity Rise again fallen star Rise again crimson spire Rise again cursed sun Rise again crimson spire Now face the twilight of man Now behold crimson spires