Lyrics The Power that Be - Artificial

Each of them can be called
Witness of my ascension
For by the feathers of angels
I was carried to clouds

Risen straight from the den
Among dressed in white phantoms
Their language seemed very strange
Very much like delirium

Believe in me
For I am life and death

How does it feel
To be set from captivity?
As if I were a newborn, a criminal without decree

Exhaling smell of fate
Never felt like a war
Against wicked justice
That Themis sent for us all