He, Whose Number Is Nine Lyrics

He, Whose Number Is Nine
Cloven but aside him is silence
Cold the vengeance that burns
In this rage a secret kept creeping
Spells where mind matter churns
Hooded and beside him weapons raised
Revenge heats up the chill
Sworn foes our energies doth converge
The showers of flames kill
Blasting the tyrants inside of me
General of Wars still fought
Sip from the glass of victory
Sorrows of Heaven sought
Binding the sides of good and evil
Collapsing will and walls
I am the bearer of ill tidings
King consumer of laws
Aside nor inside I have become
Him, whose number is nine
Ruler of the air and of the ground
Him, he who bears the sign