The spider weaves the threads of life

The catcher of dreams

Breaking wings the angel of death sings

I stalk you in the night

And follow you through your days

Becoming fantasy alive

On the drums of doom you thrive

Molding metal melodies

Testing willfully

The spider weaves on

Creating the lair of skeletons

That haunts the ghosts of this realm

Obey your master for you are under his spell

The five pointed star

The call of Nordic horn

Can you forgive me

For this is the way I was born

My Hand makes swords

My voice makes wars

My brain makes music

Of nuclear power chords

The spider fingers

The hollow teeth

Are you up or underneath

Are you caught in the web of truth

Are you slaying demons

Or are you in satans legions

Do you enter the beacon

Or are you in another world dreaming

The hand of man tries to stop the bleeding

But the wound runs deep

And so the angel of death weeps

And gives last breath

Five points sets

And six points rise

The spiderweb of truth

Lifts darkness from your eyes

Gives wings to the soul and so you fly

Like Ezekiel’s wheel

Off into the night

Rising up to fight the good fight