The quickening is an ephemeral thingThat only happens in the darkLike catching lightning in a jarAnd the pain that it bringsIs just the promise of springItâs madness on the wayOh, what does it meanâ¦To come aliveTo come aliveTo come alive(To come alive) To come aliveTo come aliveTo come aliveThe entering is soulful conjecturingOh, lost and by the wind-grieved coastPlease come back to me againBecause the way that she bleedsHeâll sit alone when he readsConfusing words and deedsSo what does it meanâ¦[Chorus]To pierce the fame of the sacred and profaneFor science, in service of the faithBut who will bear the mark of Cain?[Chorus]