Beware! the war of the Maker, And heed not the call of the wild Where dreams of the evermore won't shine. Speak not, as the devil's laughter Screams in the face of the blind, And feeds on the souls of the Infinite Child. Fly with the Spirit, Follow the light of the Unborn Child, Fly with the Spirit - to the sky. Hear well the mystery madness That echoes the word of the Good, But lies in the stagnant pit of doom. Taste not ye the devil's nectar That poisons the life of His blood, And tortures the souls of the mis-shapen tomb. Fly with the Spirit, Follow the light of the Unborn Child, Fly with the Spirit - to the sky. Slipping away, Deep into the river of unspoken Truth, Fading away, Deep into the Spirit of unspoken Truth. Beware! the war of the Maker, And heed not the call of the wild Where dreams of the evermore won't shine. Speak not, as the devil's laughter Screams in the face of the blind, And feeds on the souls of the Infinite Child. Fly with the Spirit, Follow the light of the Unborn Child, Fly with the Spirit - to the sky. Slipping away, Deep into the river of unspoken Truth, Fading away, Deep into the Spirit of unspoken Truth. Slipping away, Deep into the river of unspoken Truth, Fading away, Deep into the Spirit of unspoken Truth.