This path of prickled thorns
Lies the road of the demon's horns Where I was bound and chained
To be lost and set insane.

They burned me and clawed at me,
But I last forever more;
For I fought the tyranny,
And lost my heart which tore.

Snickering and Bellowing,
They tortured me so;
With which I was immobile,
And they knocked me low.

The heat of their world,
Let my flesh to its dying;
Where I wasn't alone,
While others were crying.

The turning tides of the path I walked,
I sought to be the one who wrought;
The price of which my life was lost
To the dying souls of the Underworld.

The light shown upon me in the nigh of the morning,
Which we all were adorning;
It must have changed those beings of hate,
for when I turned to face them,
They let me me go through their gate.

I walked the lonely road,
In hopes of a revival;
In due time I fell,
And the sand enclosed around me.

I was returning,
To the great sky;
I'd be with the one,
That was way up high.

The light grew weary as I rose to the sky,
My body an ethereal being ;
Joining up with the Father and the one called the Son,
To be with him, I believe I'm done.