The walls are closing in on me Of black and blue and red The whole of me is blasphemy On whisky it is fed The grace of god from far above Is nowhere to be found The helmet are the sight And the horns they are the sound But there it was the glow the light That rose up from beneath And as I felt the energy A roar went past my teeth The grace of god from far above Is nowhere to be found The helmet are the sight And the horns they are the sound So bless me for I carved it With my blade so fierce and fast Rose red is my tunic But the world is still just fine To walk the path of beating But to know the way of living Is to feel it when a spark is flowing Straight through your spine I took a sip from out my flask And felt all I still had My heart stopped for a moment Then from beating it went mad The grace of god from far above Is nowhere to be found The helmet are the sight And the horns they are the sound