Sculptors and Spectres

I have wandered where old eyes can't see Where great thunder is rolling in from the north A ghost town along the unknown An endless processions in a desert of snow Dare the night to claim and reap the day Beauty concealed in nothing Beyond the perfection The night stars shall be your crown In the eyes of a dying god Slain by your hand, the moment before his fall Divine aegis are shackles Ungodly the weapon of thought See your true soul reflected What you've become And why you must always go on The enigma of alpha omega To hunger for more, for nothing, and for all The grave a solemn promise to the unliving Onward pursuit towards a grander state To some a curse, to some a better fate Come bend the wind to your will now Come sculptor the future and fate of your days Come rise above all the bleak souls Come light up the beacon and lead your own way Dare the night to claim and reap the day In the eyes of a dying god Slain by your hand, the moment before his fall Divine aegis are shackles Ungodly the weapon of thought See your true soul reflected What you've become and why you must always go on