My lips so tainted In the blood they tasted. Created in the mists of time I stand naked in the moonlight, Skin glistening in the moist morning air.

Once the king of dragons, Usurper of a thousand nations. A god amongst the mortals, Now it all lies in ashes, Wind blowing the dirt gently away.

The world changed, As did I, the world I knew, Is nought but a mirage A fragment of my past, Now I cower from the night.

I fear for the ashes may return, And bring forth the final blow, Ashes of crimson and blue, Powers unmatched hide within them Power to run my blood cold.

I join the beggars and the homeless, Hiding from the ashes, Hoping for a chance of forgiveness. Can the god Yahweh be so cruel? So merciless on those he loves?

Oh I wish to return to the ashes. Became dead again, no longer feel the fear, The wrath of god, Has my god deserted me? And left me in the ashes?