Enchained thro each eternal hour

Infernal fires consume life's flow'r

No saving grace, no greater powre

          For we who are the Damned

From Youth to Age our course is run

In endless circles with the sun

No end to what was not begun

          No Peace for we the Damned

Our bodies bloom then fade to dust

Then bud anew -- as all things must --

No silent tomb in which to trust

          No sleep for we the Damned

Writ in the weaver's web I see

That human will was never free

What choice is there for such as we?

          No freedom for the Damned

Around and 'round the starwheels go

And haste the heavens to and fro

Their darkling purpose none can know

          Lost Souls are we the Damned

We fear not Yahweh's scornful brow

Nor o'er our Soul His Law allow

Doomed men have no recourse to bow

          Now proudly hail the Damned

Tho dark our days, our Spirits swell

To revel in our self-made Hell

Then pity not we Souls who fell

          For none shall quell the Damned!