Growing tired of the void Sickened by the concept of relinquishing autonomy The path to enlightenment inclines Constantly, never giving way to respite There is no meadow of regeneration
The is The Hill Difficulty This is the Mount of Worth There is no spiral path to the summit There is no other existential meaning greater than the view from the peak
The higher I ascend, the more vague the foundation becomes The higher I ascend, the greater my view of the cities I left behind
O' God of Obscurity, deliver me into brilliance Bathe me in the light of the outer-truth Give me the perception of the Saints and the Exorcists Carry me to the Summit of Infinity
No voice from the heavens to reply No hand of the Host to seize me Only a whisper in the Gale Ambiguous, but so real ("The greatest struggle begets the greatest catharsis")
Within the throes of absolution I shed my humanity I rise beyond angles to the company of SaintsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
