Disinter I Claim That Which Is Owed
Ancient fire opal, translucent stone of the secret flame
Imprisoned within, Banished to the stone, Bejeweled in time
Condemned to dwell in the empty void between the worlds
Walking the line between heaven and hell
I live in your dreams of nightingales, exploding flesh and rusted nails
Light gave birth to the Angles
Earth gave birth to the death of man
Fire gave birth to desire
Burning inside, your wants are like murder
Blood stone, imprisoned within
Daemon of ancient mystery
Warlock of ancient lands
I, I will claim that which is owed.
Imagination the limit
What would do have it come true
I'll bet you'll wager your flesh
You've made your last wish, now you must transgress
Imagination the limit
What would you do to have it come true
I claim that which is owed
Give it to me and bathe in my fiery seas
Driven by an ancient, endless malevolence
The fire said to me
I'll give you what your heart desires
And then set you free
TO DEATH
So that my flames may taste your flesh
Smash the stone and set him free
Wish master grants thee three
I claim that which is owed
