Behold the arrow from a Devil's bow Come cutting like a comet through the aether Risen from low lands by the gusts of yet deeper tracts A singular light in extension Ascending now, on a course by will assigned To illuminate the darkness of the mind A fire of organic divine The fire The fire of power A luminous procession through aeons of night Ever onward 'neath the Lodestar Against the winds, against the law of our times Kindlers 'of the flame, pilgrims of the dark Who do not fear to walk the way the vultures fly Towards destruction and doom Arms outstretched and willingly consumed By fire The fire of power For thou hast said in thy heart, I will ascend into heaven And exalt my throne above the stars; until seated upon the Mount of Gods, in the uttermost north On a mount overlooks the known world Stands a solitary man Silent in the storm, with his bow in hand Once a barren desert, now a sea of flames And eventually but embers So the fire of power becomes the fire of the end Reddening the ruins of the earth Now bow unto the merciless redeemer Of fire The fire of power The fire of a God