Attacking the heavens, the time has come.
While burning with rage, the end of my spear.
Advancing serpent’s head, forcing my deity to appear.
Rebelling, a war that cannot be won.
You summon in me the sceptical frown.
The time beginning, or ending, is near.
Full of confidence, and yet so much fear,
I have come for your presence, I want to be shown.
Why is it: my deity, you don’t come down?
To show me the face of your divinity.
To prove yourself, and me wrong?
I have waited for proof of you for so long,
You enthral yourself in mist: Obscurities’
King. Be gone or come and claim your crown.