10,000 Years High on Fire

Ten thousand years or more in jet black meditation
Sonic Temptress hears no more and hands me my salvation

Walking through the piles of life, ignore all accusation
Now I stand here, hands are sore, but that's my motivation

The vision never died
The earthling walked in flight

Ten thousand years or more in jet black meditation
Now I stand here, hands are sore, but that's my reputation