Between the damned The pissed And the outright insane Grand architects of failure Sculptors of loss No golden thrones to follow No shrines of solace to seek ♪ I shall erect myself over transience I shall ascend over flesh Steadfastly tearing through aether I shall rise to the beyond ♪ I shall reveal heights not yet imagined I shall rewrite Summa de Homine I shall speak with tongues of angels And I shall burn with pure light ♪ I will burn alright Onto rupture: bonds rearranged Scorch the archaic remnants And rip through primordial thoughts Onto diremption: self and kin All glory and strenght of culture Now null and void ♪ No golden thrones to follow No shrines of solace to be found And only the locusts shall sing And only the locusts shall sing At the end of the day