War in heaven cuts the soul The Son Of Morning walks alone The Prince Of This World tempts the soul To cast aside all faiths in gods unknown So, I stalk where death hides to find truth He is the death seeker And I am of him Casted out from God's light A rebel angel in the night And I am of him Knowledge in his hand a flame Transcending all below in mind and grace He drove the hordes of Christ insane They curse his name but have never felt his pain So I stalk where death hides to find you He is the death seeker And I am of him Casted out from God's light A rebel angel in the night And I am of him We're opening veils in this smoke-laden room We invoke your heart And through candlelight haze your essence looms We invoke your heart