We were not always what you see now, this craving and wanton flesh

from stars did we come, with eternal wings on the breath of heaven

with eyes that beheld infinity and the houses of the great mansions of aeons

of endless cycles of change without change of all knowledge without knowing

we have touched all that there is to touch have been all that there is to be

our name was forever

we are the fallen, the Angel within the human matter, we are the Sleepers

we sleep in darkness and ignorance, in violence and death, in blood and pain

the remnant of the once powerful, now bound in the chains of forgetfulness

the darkness in matter be our lords now, for we dream our dreams for them

the Archons and the powers of oblivion, the devourers of the pure thought

our name is torment

we are the host, the slumbering multitudes, the shadows, children of Hades

illusion is the master of all matter, and ignorance is the whip that drives us

fate and destiny the chariots of flame and fire, of furies in tempestual nightmares

for we are the offering, the choice morsel, the divine soul served on the altar of sacrifice

our name is pity

we are the silence of the mind, the quiet screams of the subconscious in turmoil

a dark and deep sleeper of the ages, the weaver of dreams and dreaming

the conductor of the symphony of the cold howling winds of war and death

the master of his prison, the key keeper of the tightly locked doors of Hell

a willing servant to his own base crimes and willing punisher of his own justice

our name is bitterness

we are the smiths pounding plough sheers into swords, cutting flesh to the bone

and our fires forge compassion to distrust and mercy to lust and freedom to dependency

for we once innocents are now but corrupt, as shadows of the darkness the drinkers of blood

so hateful and bane have we shadows became now lost forever from the star we were once

take heed of our longing our sadness and loss, for inside every man lies the light of our cross,

AWAKEN!

our name is hope....

CYRUS