Once spoke to me of a man that spoke with a voice of thunder, a prophet, a poet
A man who saw the broken and dying world and tried with what he had to restore it
I have heard his words now, and I know the power that flows like blood in them
I have heard his voice now, and I know the life that beats like a heart in it
I have read his words now, and I know the truth that is bleeding out from them
I have read his fury now, and I know the convictions and freedom in it
A man who spun words like gold wire and spat them forth like a dragon in a rage
A man who would not remain silent when lies were on the throne of men's minds
A man who saw what society has given us, the lie we're born into; an old rusty cage
A man who spoke with the conviction of truth, a man who saw black lines clearly deifned
His words, his writ, have awoken my soul and set fire to my mind
His force, his truth, have set me on a path to find my own voice
His skill, his craft, has opened the doors of wonder and stopped time
His reason, his motives, have caused me to make a hard choice
The ferocity of truth is a fire in his eyes, his legacy, just like Weyland's iron
The sting of the spirit is on his tongue, his art, is like a bright wordsome lantern
An image of the Divine rests in his writ
The image of the Almighty is seeping from his furious words
An image of the Worthy lies in his wit
The image of Reality is flowing from his metallic-heated voice
Unknowingly perhaps, set to inspire a new breed, a new race
Unknowingly perhaps, breathing into the dead a breath of life
Unknowingly perhaps, erasing these tears from my tired face
Unknowingly perhaps, pointing to the image of Love and Life
I wish to make it known, here and now
That this man is in the image of the Savior
I wish to make it known, here and now
That this man is a bane of terror
I wish to make it known, here and now
That this man is a blood-covered-brother; a truthful hero!
