Oblivion, Stands before these eyes, Waiting for hope, waiting to die. The blind wanderer searches for his truth, Seeking within to find, ascend from his ignorant youth.
Smoke rises so high, above the shadowy sky, Beyond into realms, where they must never dwell. The passive mind will never find, the secrets of hermetic time, The secrets of, your past life.
Free from fear of a menial life, The crushing weight of meaningless strife. Now embrace the open road, A cold abyss so far from home. He sees the truth so plain to see, As his soul is set free.
Devour your former self, preconceived ideas of the world. Many came and many fell, but only the solitary mage tamed the demons of hell. So sacrifice your mortal flesh, tear away the feeble limbs, and the heart from your bleeding chest.
From the ash they awake, the serpents o’ so grim. To rise and rise to the astral planes, as Saturn’s dawn must begin.
Walking down hermetic path, I see the light of distant pasts, Attain the goal of the sage, transforming gold from the forge of rage.
Rise, rise again. From the mountains of the madness, to the valley of the dead. Now, go in peace, to the void, And reabsorb the seventh stream of life.
Passed down the centuries, aeons of wisdom stand for me. In the grasp of the ancient ones, silent reflection unholy sun. I see.
What the understood, in their solemn virtues so the fire wood. Abolish the rules set by man, now the sacred is free to tear it down.
All exists, to liberate.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
