To Cross the Bridge
High on Fire
Wandering warlord, tales of horror
Quest and saga snares the batterer
Fallen victim taken capture, wheel of pain
Gives strength to unmastered
Chained and shackled, earthen toil
Made to serve the whips and lashes
Quench your thirst and drink this bottle
Warrior's chains are self inflicted
Laying the steps upon the mountain
Open gates reveal the temple
Quench your thirst and drink this bottle
The warrior's chains are self inflicted
Mirrored armor reflects squalor
A day will come when I will conquer
Take your stand and cross my line
The eye Aleph has seen my kind