Third day of creation I rose above the gods Equal with life & equal with death I built my glory from the ashes and dark Son of the morning cast down from the stars Words of failure set in gold To cover the sickness untold I embrace his prayers as my own And tear them down with their worthless souls Bright Angel, keeper of light Rise above the heavens & enlighten our time! Eyeless lord, eager to see Crawling forth like a miserable & spineless sheep Statues of shame set in gold To cover the cancer untold I pray their god as my own And tear him down with his worthless soul Heavens are torn and sun bleeds to death Hope is buried in the grave that no one is willing to see Open your wrists so the pain can finally reach And gaze this world once again on its knees "Through the ashes Through the dark I saw the sickness Hidden in god"