Out of darkness
How?
How did you build this place?
How did you make clothes?
How did you grow food?

The reign of terror that you survived
How can I make it my own cradle?
The dread of shadows that haunts your mind
I'm gonna turn it into power

I have the need for your power
I see, a life without power will not be worth living
I would die without your gifts
I will not live as your thrall

The barren garden you dominate
How can I make it my own shelter?
The mighty lion that you can't face
You're gonna make it your own servant

Oh, my precious son
Longing for an awakening
I see the spinning threads
Around your wounded soul

Awaken me tonight, give me power
I will be born again, be my mother
Make me your son tonight, share your wisdom
And make me free again from this prison

Awake yourself tonight, take my power
You will be born again, I'll be mother
Become my son tonight, take my wisdom
And you'll be free again from this prison

The curse will fill my veins
I may not pass the night
But as I trust my will
I will be changed forever

She cuts her ashen wrist
Her blood is flowing down
The gift of all the gifts
My soul is to be bound

I drink the flowing lymph
It is the sweetest nectar
I fall in deep abyss
And I will fall forever

Oh, my precious son
Longing for an awakening
I see the spinning threads
Around your wounded soul

Awaken me tonight, give me power
I will be born again, be my mother
Make me your son tonight, share your wisdom
And make me free again from this prison

Awake yourself tonight, take my power
You will be born again, I'll be mother
Become my son tonight, take my wisdom
And you'll be free again from this prison