With Hearts Toward None I lyrics

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 allright

On to rupture; bonds rearranged

Scorch the archaic remnants

and rip through primordial thoughts

On to diremption: self / 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

at the end of the day