Riveting miles of desolate flame,
Scorch the tyranny of my heart which hides the insane,
The wretched are kept cool and at a distance,
For what is theirs is the Lord's dissonance,
Forever is the angst that weighs upon my soul,
Therefore I maintain that this must be so,
I shall not despair in this and will thus rise above it,
To rid the black through humility and obedience,
For I am blessed and forgiven that I will strive for it,
I will not condense for anything less,
I will rise to any sort of test.
This is my anchor,
This is my burden,
Because in the end my prize is Eternity.
Scorch the tyranny of my heart which hides the insane,
The wretched are kept cool and at a distance,
For what is theirs is the Lord's dissonance,
Forever is the angst that weighs upon my soul,
Therefore I maintain that this must be so,
I shall not despair in this and will thus rise above it,
To rid the black through humility and obedience,
For I am blessed and forgiven that I will strive for it,
I will not condense for anything less,
I will rise to any sort of test.
This is my anchor,
This is my burden,
Because in the end my prize is Eternity.