"Countless and infinite cosmoses Circle under the same bounding laws of the whole natural order where the true self is beyond the things that shall decay."
Trough deceacing forms wandering discovering only carnal suffering enthralled is your mind by cravings of delusional kind reaching out for the fleeing dreams can you really be so fool as it seems?
"Self" beeing the only gate you need to pass (just) back and forth we manipulate the primeval mass burning in agony, life passed by for vain now rejoice from the planted seeds reborning into pain
Blasphemies, holy triumphs, ignorance trough blood-written centuries Sailing the Sea of Matter, who beholds your wailing? Driven by the blind, thus you cannot see what you've been given
These spaces will not save me, nor the empty promises are the Key Only trough the way of self-discovery, shall you free yourselfselfself from slavery for all we know that die we must only to be forgotten in dust so we know the reason for your torment, to penetrate yourself aboce the firmament
"Before once again entering the cold hearse, spend not thy time pondering about Fabric of the Multiverse."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
