My wretched soul cries out tonight,
As it has done since time-remember...
Why did you forsake me, Lord of Light?
Why did you wait 'til last September?

The gods, on stone they had me bound,
And now I'm numb, with no regrets,
Gaining dreams of touch and sound,
Together dancing down the frets.

What was my fault? What was my sin?
Why did you eat away my reason?
I took the sound from deep within
And made it burn. Where is the treason?

Feels like I haven't slept in ages;
Seems like the world is almost over now:
The beast is free from foretold cages!
No wonder why, no wonder how...