The shylock of time sails his ship within narrow cliffs
and waters run as fast as Hanneman riffs
the ship is sooner or later doomed to sink
counting the moments to engage that mystery link

The prophets of light follow all of your steps
they have the right words, but only you have the maps
to the fiery gates of the eternal jailhouse - death
the gobler of souls inexorably claims the final breath

So then...
i saw fire bursting in the skies above
tormenting our truth, sacrifying our love
underneath the sacred towers we cry
the awakening is lost, but at least we tried

wearing the cloth of illusion
dreams are meant to be crushed
and all we hail is dellusion

we want to conquer all the mysteries
but nightmares are gushed
and flood all our imagined sceneries

The visions of bodies in insane rituals for survival
yet nothing to do when death discloses its arrival

The mutating cells confront our deepest fears
the terminal gaze is set in a labyrinth of tears

We heard your voiceless hymns
and ritual chantings
We called upon the power
and in the last moments
we raised our voices in unison
and sung the glories of the thousand immortal suns

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