The mantra I repeat sounding twice my defeat Where liquid turned to soil I rest in turmoil I've mocked the crown of thorns Denied the light dispersed from behind them I've eternally shut my eyes From his lies disguised as an absolute I've seen my fate To decease To become more than a man Into ashes burnt devolving past all heads turned Where soil became a wall I fell once more Into ashes burnt devolving past all heads turned Where soil became a wall I fell once more The mantra I repeat sounding twice my defeat Where liquid turned to soil I rest in turmoil Sensing the great cold That reigns below Beneath the barrier's hold The wind carries my soul Sensing the great cold That reigns below Beneath the barrier's hold The wind carries my soul