The Way of the Scales

My voice is fire and the wind is my herald

Watch the world burn as I start to howl

There's a sense of loss in its ashes' warmth

But also freedom from what weighs us down

The quintessence of the thirst for knowledge

Fuels this toilsome journey through hell

It is the purest venom from the forbidden fountains

The serpent's dew that awakens the self

Each step further from Eden is a step of a dawning god

No true crown can be granted to a spineless heap of mud

I have listened and I have heard

I have watched and I have seen

From the shadow I began to learn

The dark, the black and the spectrum between

Dived I deep into the oil black waters

Not to drown and vanish but to surface on the other side

Sinking through blackness, so dense and cold

To seize the gift of birth through demise

Those who approach perdition from new angles and sides

Can once through the depths reach the apex of heights

For certain I simply cannot know

What will await me at the end of this road

But be it a scepter in my hand

Or the kiss of an axe on my neck

Proudly I have traveled there

And my fate I shall gladly accept