Hierophant

The fog is rising
 Soaring through unending grey
 Cutting path for
 A dawning harvest of the past
 Chained a catatonic state
 Light flashes and the world burn
 Entangled in belief
 We are now in the shape to rot
 And you will lead us here
 We have gathered to see our faults
 Unchained
 One step from ascension
 Recognition at glance
 Feet cut by the shards
 Banished to a timeless wait
 Search for the serpent shaped
 Golden path, mesmerize
 Stray out of belief again
 Become the golden one
 The warden of your dreams
 Stray out of belief again
 Don't let the heart become
 The anchor and the sun
 Wash yourself in the blood of the pure
 Holy messenger, merge the horizons
 Gather and assemble
 Abandon and dismantle