Running in the Dark

I take upon my shoulders the weight of the world
 Blood and ugliness, bitterness and pain
 Death, mourning, sadness and deep shadow
 Still the world is hard to accept
 I cast away the body, the seat of pain and doubt
 My gaze does not fall on the lifeless
 My touch shall not heal the lost and the blind
 I shall make torpid earth wake to primeval chaos
 Charmed by dark beauty
 I free nightly spirits from the abyss
 I still remain a part of the only mystery
 Kindling desires in souls gone astray
 I am liberty, the Devil's own work
 An iris of fire, an oracle mad
 The flame I carry and you follow
 Dances to the wingbeat of my black arts
 If but a drop of what I feel
 Flew up in the sky
 Wings would lift infinity
 And the universe would burn like a torch
 Run, run, running in the Dark