To dreams of might 
In his mind's bleeding light 
Securely the dreamer is bound 

Building his empire in the clouds 
That [bad word] to exist through sound 
In his dreams he would show them all 
Declaring in hard, silent words 
"False prophets and witches will burn 
My judgement now be heard!" 

Immersed in arcane secrets so ghastly to [bad word] man 
Limitless is the power of will as it yields to [bad word] 

Now - as my vision [bad word] alive 
To my kingdom I will arrive 
Soon - it won't be long 
Until all of the world hears my song 
Hear - ye of little faith now be warned 
'Cause infidels won't be mourned 
This day you can't avoid 
My vision cannot be destroyed 

Facing a cold reality 
Is where I now must make my stand 
For that is the way, the only way 
That makes the overman 

Brick by brick 
And with endless sweat 
Dreams turn from air to stone 
My vision hold and I surely know 
The stones will turn to gold 

I am passionate in my pursuits with a temper to match 
There is no choice opposition must be wiped away from my path 

I cry out to the skies the wind shall carry my name 
I'm wild, free, and pure, and I can't be tamed 
The dreamer's nature restlessly feeds its desire 
curse and a blessing it is that no force can put 
Out my relentless fire