Through death it is that we awaken from the dream of life, and may death be purpose and solution of all woeful strife.
Through death we're reborn, We're empowered to see. Through death it will be that our hearts will be free.
Reborn as the sons of a new dawn, a star of freedom is rising above our heads.
And voices slowly extinguish, allowing the sacred chamber to speak.
To speak the silent truth as death is only the change of form. The spiritual eye is opened to the clear light of the void.
A secret unheard, a wisdom unseen, rowned by voices of madness clouded by those without eyes to see.
The depths of the ocean of all, nor essence of spirit apart from blindness of mind.
Ending the state of contradiction, we walk in silence. Praising the gift from his right hand, we breathe in silence.
Accepting the strength of surrender, we pray in silence. Receiving the truth from his left hand, we die in silence.
Si quis vult me sequi, deneget semetipsun: Et toliat crucem suam, et sequitur me.
We have awakened from the chamber of lightless sleep, from states of division in disguise fueled by time and word.
We are awake, we are awake, and the final curtain falls. We are awake, wide awake as we're entering his holy halls.
What we seek, what we desire, what we believe, what we are, what we become shall be solely His light.
I carry the voice of death deep within my open heart and deep within my shining spirit, redifining what I am.
Redifining what we are, a truth that may become forgotten but can never be erased by time nor word or form.
We speak the voice of death, we speak the love of death. We speak the truth of death, obscured by darkest art.
We carry the strength of death, we carry the sign of death. We carry the light of death deep within our shining hearts.
The pulsing hypnotic rhythm, the waves of echo that draw you further into the void of contemplation. Layer upon layer of catastrophe and initiation, a lament for a dying world.
There is a suffocating beauty to the atmosphere and summoning within which feels like standing on the edge of jagged high cliffs with no care for the ground beneath my feet, to close our eyes to the outside world and focus on the teaching in our blood.
Walking through the flames that tear at the very essence of vision, a meditation on madness and pure faith. I feel the tears flow through my veins but they are not of sadness but of eternal suffering and the pain of creation.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
