Keymaker

Our secrets are laid bare before my eyes Its I and I alone who can grant Passage to our most inner circle Who can judge the weak from the strong? The Truth from the falsehood The sacred record of our unforgiving past And of the Torturous road we have trodden I alone bare these burdens on my shoulders sit Sins of the angels I alone know the names of those who've fallen from grace I Cannot rest whilst they still remain to stain our I'm the master Your the Puppet that dances to my tune Our secrets are laid before my eyes Its i who can grant passage to our most inner circle And you shall taste The undreampt joys that lie beyond the bounds of a mortal sense And you shall taste The undreampt joys that lie beyond the bounds of a mortal sense