"at long last"

At long last you can calm the water.
At long last you can stand and say,
"The answer may have been forgotten,
but it has surfaced for me to take."

Rise up your weary soul and pray.
Somehow you may have found the way,
glimpsed escape past fouled error,
through the glass, into the mirror.

Have you found your path?
The eternal plan from wrath?
Down through the valley, you screamed.
Down and down and down, past the stream.

If ever sought after refuge,
brought long wrought escape,
it was far down the valley,
down, long down. Past the sea.

You sat awaiting answer.
You sat for release.
Then you heard footsteps,
heavy claps on the rock.

They're leading you out,
fufilling your promised act,
out of eternal slumber,
far, far, far from our beds.

Dark caverns captured your flesh though.
Trapped muscle and bone did those stone teeth.
Conspirators aided and ended, bent and braided,
skinning you alive. Your new calm brought red rain.

So you couldn't save your own short life,
yet you could free your soul upon death.
You could free your friends and neighbors,
those ones joining you in heaven and in hell.

what is hell, what is heaven?
as you know, it's all you're given,
all you're told, all you're shown,
but it's not all, it's not the end.

You stabbed the gatekeeper, yanked out his eyes,
swallowed all the fire, all the lava and air.
You ran like pure lightning, ever so fast,
toward the exit, toward the true way out.

what is hell, what is heaven?
as you know, it's all you're given,
all your told, all you're shown,
but it's not all, it's not the end.

The gatekeeper followed, he chopped off your arms.
He stabbed at your liver, sliced off your nose,
but you had left heaven, you had escaped hell.
Never before were you so pleasured, felt so well.

what is hell, what is heaven?
as you know, it's all you're given,
all you're told, all you're shown,
but it's not all, it's not the end.

The others followed suit, they ran alongside quick,
they ripped open the guardians stomach, his face.
They too were free, they too were feeling joy,
no longer the master's plaything, a living toy.

what is hell, what is heaven?
as you know, it's all you're given,
all you're told, all you're shown,
but it's not all, it's not the end.

Keep running fast demon, fly straight out angel,
for nothing you're missing is worth that cage again,
not salvation, not religion, not even long life.
Run down, run on down past the river, into the fire.

what is hell, what is heaven?
as you know, it's all you're given,
all you're told, all you're shown,
but it's not all, it's not the end.