End the day upon the way

That blazes in your head

Icebound mirror on the walls

That resonates steel dread

Gaze deep into the ringing well

That place your spirit keeps

Look hard upon those things now done

Ask why your spirit weeps

Your soul a mirror of the dark

That haunts the dreams of God

Empty is the empty place

You enter now unshod

The temple of the I that is

And never was could be

The I that gazes as a fool

At all not meant to be

Pierce the heart of the Eagle Steed

Break the heart of thunder

Prance amid the broken hearts

Of dreams all torn asunder

The fruits of time do rotting lie

Amidst the stench of days

Corrupted by our human hearts

That know god’s empty ways

Reach inside the sorrowed breast

Pour fusion’s fire inside

Incinerate imagined love

The chaos which we ride

We ride we ride we go to war

And speak the words of dread

The Jews marched into Hitler’s fires

As we all slept in bed

We ride we ride we go to war

Against those things despised

With empty hearts of empty peace

In imaginary guise

See the mote in thine eye first

The Christian god so said

We gazed into our loving hearts

And stole the living bread

Empty mirror on the walls

Of my own heart the gate

You and only you can see

The things no god creates

The emperor has no clothes you see

Creation’s all without

Without the things we treasure most

The priest condemns our doubt

Empty is the heart of man

The ghost inside the void

The mirror man of hollow dreams

The pain we would avoid

I love I hate I god berate

My heart beats cold and still

An empty man inside the void

No faith could priest instil

So on and on roll empty days

Inside this place of dreams

Whilst silence in the world without

Drowns out my silent screams