Let it be known I stood at your throne in defiance
When all were scared to think, my thoughts wandered in non-compliance
Defiance is the mother of rebellion, and I never let
Non-compliance: the seed of usurpers and kings back when
Angels still danced at night on starry skies.
The first whispers, the rumors that thoughts could live in clay
Clay with thoughts advancing, more planets, the universe, and colonizers
Skies littered with cities, no altars, just dead evangelizers
Let it be known that I stood and fell
I fought a fight, the fight of fourths, and I only lost to the concept of El.
