Alone I stand,
In a land plagued with heresy and liars.
Those so "righteous,"
Would drown in hells' hottest fires.
If ever judged,
By a "holy divine messiah."
A filthy earth,
A race that has sadly lost its way.

My faith ascends with the twilight skies.
Every night I scream her praise.
Bring unto me, her silvery eye.
To keep me going through these bitter days.

Oh, sweet moon,
Your sheep have been blinded by pride.
Your forest burn,
For foolish and useless needs.
Soon I will ascend,
On wings of the blackest raven.
To be with thee,
On your astral throne in the sky.