From One Rebel to Another - Glorior Belli

Impious visions that madly set me free

To transgress The biding laws of god

Driven by a lring melody

I depart with haste from this poor world

Down in a mine of which the walls

Are made of stars and dead gods bones

I spread my thoughts as black as soot

Till prospecting all the trasures

From one rebel to another

Lost in a field in which the crops

Have roots in lies and sordid plots

I spread my seeds as wild as weed

Till harvesting all the answers

From one rebel to another

When the time comes we will gather

And break the spells of the demiurge

Many a man, shall ride with me

Who never had thought horns to see!