Victims of blinded heresy, See not the sins it entails, Like the ship upon the salted sea Gliding upon the vast Ocean's entrails. They seek to rise so gallantly Just to fall with the Angel's last flaw, Seething surreptitiously Breaking their own laws. The endless bounds of nothing Of which we know naught of, Mistreated are they who come calling, And directly are taken above. I, who am Hell, have taken the oath, To be free of my own sin, I accept my unholiness, As I stare in your eyes and grin.