Our secrets are laid bare before my eyes its 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 its 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.