Each time I speak  An angel falls beheaded from the heavens  Each time my foot meets the soil  The celestial fruits wither to dust    I was the one to offer them my gifts  Obsessive pearls for the absent generations  When the old nations were hammered down  I stood there strangling them to their final sleep    Persistance has overcome  In order to achieve the clearest triumphancy  Seek not for the obvious nor the visible  And thus, thou might become a part of me    I am sure you must know me  For I am the taste in the veins of those who enjoyed the carnage    Halls beyond the blinded eyes  The wells right in front of their souls  Trapped in the current trails of simplicity  Abandoned inner stigmas, now purely manifest    The future is driven through my palms  Your deficiency was painted by my speech  The Master's empyrean yearns for no rest  I deliver the goblets of venom, two for each...    One for your scattered bones  And the other for your dreams  I am the one offering you my gifts  Obsessive pearls for the present generations