Pulsed, Pulsed, Pulsed, the blood As I burned and walked Alone On the far side of the void. And the city rose like Babel As Leviathan tore his chains And from forgotten lore revived Antediluvian pains. And my eyes were locked with God's Whose eyes are stars and night And I saw the swirling mists of time About me in their flight And heard the cries of every soul From ecstasy to blight. And then I saw the void beyond And saw that I alone Must stride across that desolation To its hidden throne Upon whose arms are locked The keys I take my name from stone. Could I speak in tongues of fire Or write with blood and bone I could not tell nor could I show you All for which I must atone. In the hour of wandering Across destruction sown I breathed the dunes of ash I roamed As I burned and walked Alone. And my soul became a mountain upon which the fires burned And my breast became the bellows From which my breath returned. And the world swept past my eyes In a panoply of sights And in the whirlpool of time Was forged a cleaving blade of life. I was dashed against the rocks of life And hallowed by the night. I was raked by talons Spurred by winds And carved by God From light. Could I speak in tongues of fire Or write with blood and bone I could not tell nor could I show you All for which I must atone In the hour of wandering Across destruction sown I breathed the dunes of ash I roamed As I burned and walked Alone. I burned and walked alone, and cleansed me in the light. And was filled to overflowing With the fullness of the night. And then I saw the void beyond And saw that I alone Could find the path through broken lands And ascend to hidden throne. In the hour of wandering Across destruction sown I sit upon the throne of God and take my name from stone.
