MixTrix

The crimes that I've committed against the rights of men

plague me with visions full of pain and dark as coal

They motivate and elevate me to serve a higher cause

and it may be my only chance to save my soul

I'm not worthy the distinction saved for virtue true

It is the path of penitence that I must walk

and as I stagger and I stumble across this barren land

I learn the secret of turning coal dust in to chalk

This pale fine powder brought into being through the conviction of my course

is far dearer than saffron or than silk

Once I've transmuted the last charcoal I'll be allowed then to return

Forgiveness sweeter than any honeyed milk

I only pray on that fine day my humility to keep

as a reminder of the origins of sin

The pride of men is their undoing,
it's the downfall of our race

Once it is conquered

an age of wonders shall begin