[I: Under The Eyes of Serpents]



New try to catch full breath

While heart by stone encumbered

Existence's anguish burns

And vital force reduced to dust

Guilt implanted

Projected thoughts

But other than one's mind

They feed upon your weakness

They grow upon your troth



Those of pure overwill

Are always first to combat

Refined intention's spear

In dimness lurks that sleepless plague

Eyes of serpents

Intently fixed on genuine one's kind

They catalyse your fear

They aim straight in your soul



[II: Transcendental Fusion]



Into depths of cosmic sacred calm

I soar

Reaching for ethereal wisdom's glare

I share...

...Soul of the worlds



Knowledge to breathe

Voice of the stars

Essence supreme

Taste of the purest force



[III: Gods Bring You Away From Yourself]



Unless the day shall come again

When astral storm will clean the earth

The myth divine may worm upon your soul

True awakening'll bring you freedom!

No salvation from the skies

Purest nature is the holy

Gods bring you away from yourself



Religious madness tainting the world

Blinded await the messiah

Crawling in fear, praying for their sins

Whipped by the visions infernal

Resident terror dwells in disguise

Forming a proximate presence

Only The Ones are able to see

We are the voice that wake up your will



Gods bring you away from yourself



[IV: A Strain From Depths]



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[V: The Force Dwells Within]



Strength, not weakness

A will, not fate

Pure and fearless

In depths you'll find yourself



[VI: And All The Waste Will Fade]



When sacred rage