This is the archetype that pre-exists the man

Evil is an inner voice that transcends the life's principle

It is shameful and sharp, but secretly desired

Don't resist the charm of evil, let fire burn bright,

obscure and contradictory form of bliss and lust

It lives in our heart, but awfully beyond us.

Death is certain but its time is a mystery forever unknown

Every drop of my tears is eternal, death is eternal,

it's the evidence of everything's end and corruption

Suffering is pain, don't mistake it for ache

Ache is consciousness, everlasting expiation.

You can't defend yourself from the void nothing

Lunacy is a false cure to mask emptiness

Existence is tragic 'cause we begin to see

the dawn only when darkness falls

We have been called to live in the name of archaic myths

To refuse them is like to fly with no fear to sink

Into the eternal and primordial sleep

To sink into the earth's secret heart

We have been given a mask to lay upon our face

to throw off it is like to feast with no fear to drink

at the sacred source, to eat forbidden fruits,

to learn the mysteries

Of fire, of water, of human souls, of our destiny

The throb is dying out in a vibrating echo

Cosmic memories protect us from the chaos

Choices cannot be erased, neither by mind.