Weeping Iron Tears

With (my) mind unclouded I pierce the light
With a broken heart, I welcome darkness
With soul enslaved and feathered hand
I become the path without beginning nor end

You let this sickness grow inside
One seed that makes a forest
And embraced the night in the death of the day

I reach the crest of light
I reach the crest of pain
I died and watched it flow, the body futile
Mysterious devotion just to set our own destruction
(But) the mask I wear was mine

I am a child of Earth and starry Sky
Tell the gods here I am: The Bacchic One
I'll descend and walk through this decay
And with an Orphic voice I'll unravel my illusions

I reach the crest of light
I reach the crest of pain
I died and watched it flow, the body futile
Mysterious devotion just to set our own destruction
(But) the mask I wear was mine

The mask I wear was mine
Esa máscara es mía
Masken jag bär var min