Alchemist - Ihsahn

Again I find myself in this narrow chamber
And my kettle simmers with the same old brew
Now turning sour
There must be more to this than chemistry
As my soul burns with fever
Instinctively I do repeat the simple formula
Solve et coagula
He stands to face his fate alone
Who will not be content with stone
Some distant glimmers used to lessen my despair
Since then this darkened cell has lost its charm
Now I seek a lightning's glare
Grips thee
Thou superman
Where is the soul elated
Where is the breast that in its self a world created-m
Why grinnest thou at me
Thou hollow skull
Save that thy brain
Confused like mine
Once sought bright day
And in the sombre twilight dull
With lust for truth
Went wretchedly astray-f