Our secrets are laid bare before my eyes it's
I and I alone who can grant passage to our most inner circle.
Who can judge the weak from the strong?
The truth from the falsehood the sacred record
Of our unforgiving past
And of the torturous road we have trodden,

I alone bare these burdens on my shoulders sit sins of the angels,
I alone know the names of those who've fallen from grace.
I cannot rest whilst they still remain to stain our our,
I'm the master, your the puppet that dances to my tune.

Our secrets are laid bare before my eyes
It's I and I alone who can grant passage to our most inner circle.
And you shall taste the undreamed joys
That lie beyond the bounds of a mortal sense.