Our secrets are laid bare before my eyes
it's I and I alone
who can grant passage to our most inner circle.
Who can judge the weak from the strong?
The truth from the falsehood
the sacred record of our unforgiving past
and of the torturous road we have trodden.
I alone bare these burdens
on my shoulders sit sins of the angels,
I alone know the names of those who've fallen from grace.
I cannot rest whilst they still remain to stain our our,
I'm the master, you're the puppet
that dances to my tune.
Our secrets are laid bare before my eyes
it's I and I alone
who can grant passage to our most inner circle.
And you shall taste the undreamed joys that lie beyond the bounds of a mortal sense.
it's I and I alone
who can grant passage to our most inner circle.
Who can judge the weak from the strong?
The truth from the falsehood
the sacred record of our unforgiving past
and of the torturous road we have trodden.
I alone bare these burdens
on my shoulders sit sins of the angels,
I alone know the names of those who've fallen from grace.
I cannot rest whilst they still remain to stain our our,
I'm the master, you're the puppet
that dances to my tune.
Our secrets are laid bare before my eyes
it's I and I alone
who can grant passage to our most inner circle.
And you shall taste the undreamed joys that lie beyond the bounds of a mortal sense.