What came of this world? In vain they spoke against the tides of cities, burned What came of my sins? Stifle out the shing light within, Shut out the sun! I will... never give... never repent! So war my words The tide will turn and drown the fear And then... then you shall see I am still free! The stone, burning like the sun; My fame... I am become a name! I've dreamt the stars beyond the impossible: Waging wars Locked in chains of mortal coil Though you cage me, my soul's beyond the door: It lives in my words It finds a fertile soil I heard the call of the depths I've felt the tough of the stars I've been the slayer of my Gods And I will be the end of yours! My body is bound but my soul runs wild Wording the landscapes of my mind Dreaming so free! Against the dying of the light I am set free! The stone, fading with the sun; My grave... I am become a name!