Once through the mirror the candles hushed their light A winged stag appears with tail aflame Three binding corners, this ghastly shadowed sight An angel bound and begging: Take these chains Just take these chains, o take these chains This is no king I see before me So I open the vein I open the vein I open the vein It speaks in whispers of truth and of divine It speaks of carnal wisdom with no shame Bring me the chains, I can handle the pain In the dark I could swear I saw a sly smile I can hear the angel say I am not the heir apparent, just a pretender to the throne Wretched disciples on my counsel, we've lived in hell so long it's home Heavy is the crown of bone I am not the heir apparent, just a pretender to the throne Wretched disciples on my counsel, we've lived in hell so long it's home Heavy is the crown of bone