Pantokrator - The Madness Of Nebuchadnezzar lyrics

Thou, O King, art King of kings... Thou art this head of Gold! Dew covereth my skin as I wake up in the fields Amongst the beasts I roam A beast I am My hair is grown like eagles feathers My nails like claws of birds Behold my howl in the night I was warned, I was told by the prophet Pride is madness And madness will rob me of all The brute of the fields I bear the marks of the wild I am the ghost of evening shade For seven years I have haunted the forests Driven out from the realm of men Entrapped in the realm of shadows I was told by the prophet Humility is wisdom And wisdom will give me my crown Through humility glory will be mine As I lift up my eyes I finally realise As I praise the Lord of the heavens The past slips away like a dream I know who I was I know who I am Nebuchadnezzar No less that a king Now more than a man