Ben Sahar E

Did I cast aside Fate's divine? A blue day Free of the lie. Darker thoughts are nigh Fetch me your god As my ambition restrains To let the sun ascend shall I Unto the heavens. Each sunward-drawn epoch is celestial display. Sit shall I upon thy ground of congregation far Toward the night. Did I cast aside Fate's divine? A blue day Free of the lie. Darker thoughts of Nazarene linger At Saint Peter's door. Partake from the well of nothingness by the Withered hand of God. Ascend shall I unto the heavens. Each sunward-drawn epoch is celestial display. Sit shall I upon thy ground congregation far Toward the night. For real hell within my feet, Mystery hidden afar. With prayer on lips, with freedom retrieved, Through fire we walk with fiery hearts.