To Cross the Bridge

Wandering warlord, tales of horror Quest and saga snares the batterer Fallen victim taken capture, wheel of pain Gives strength to unmastered Chained and shackled, earthen toil Made to serve the whips and lashes Quench your thirst and drink this bottle Warrior's chains are self inflicted Laying the steps upon the mountain Open gates reveal the temple Quench your thirst and drink this bottle The warrior's chains are self inflicted Mirrored armor reflects squalor A day will come when I will conquer Take your stand and cross my line The eye Aleph has seen my kind --- To Cross the Bridge - High on Fire