I am the lock of the door
That leads you into the light
I’ll bury you deep in my lap
And will never let you go
Open this door to the world
And witness the veil being torn
Every thing painted in spirit
Is now given body and shape

It is not so hard to decipher
The words that the wind blows for you
Just go back to the sea
To see how vast are all hearts

The house was not safe after all
A shelter made of our illusions
The angels speak into our ears
While we are leaving this place
Each of our steps is a rock
And our voices the song of the storms
This chalice is forged in the fire
Where beauty’s bloom’s watered by flames

The mill will grind all the creation
Into rushing rivers of blood
The angels haved answered our call
As they revel in our rage
Their countenance made out of light
And marble sleeves covered with moss
After they had set the clocks
All comfort had gone from the world

The whore in the houses of pain
Is joyfully breeding our death
The angels will dictate the book
And speak its eleven-fold curse
Fullness comes out of this breach
All beauty and diversity
A wrong note is heard in the choir
Of hardship and eternal strife

It is not so hard to decipher
The words that the wind blows for you
Just go back to the sea
To see how false are all hearts