Eternal Crimson Spires - Kryptos

Woe is the light you shine upon this barren land

Fear is the wake of these unholy blackened winds

Grief is the curse of man, your wretched fallen seed

Death by the touch of those who reign with bloody hands

Lies are the truth you speak behind your mask of sin

Greed is the world you seek in the light of day

Wrath is the staff by which you lead your flock of sheep

Pride in the loss you create with the words you say

Faith is the light that blinds this favoured holy child

Black are the eyes that see all through the dead of night

Kings made of clay sit up high on their marble thrones

Queens made of glass feed on desires bones

Hope is the sand of time that’s running out on you

Blood is the scarlet wine that lieth in your cup of woe

Hell is the fate that comes with crawling icy hands

Rage is the cosmic breath that drains all you know

Heed the crimson spires, their shadows beckon you

In your mind’s eye, code of eternal life

Monolith of stars — Key to the endless source

Dark mother soul guards your afterlife

Now at the twilight of man

At the wall of all dreams

Lies the heart of the lord of infinite sleep

Now at the twilight of man

At the wall of all dreams

Lies the heart of the lord of infinity

Rise again fallen star

Rise again crimson spire

Rise again cursed sun

Rise again crimson spire

Now face the twilight of man

Now behold crimson spires