Texty: Elysian Fields. I See The Light Behind All Truths.

And the world as I know
It is no more
As woeful as hope herself
And all life cease to exist
The quintessence of a delusion

Verses of extreme
Worshipping suicides
And wounds of time
Fed by grief and impurity
Slavery prevailing hearts

Feeble human intellect
Without meaning or purpose
Vegaries of perception
A master plan in action

Blood red the sheer feathers
In flames the blossoms of purity
The charm of joy, imploring
The chants of faith now moaning

Never standing still
Past dragged along present
Ego forced the eternal falling
Mirror seeking of itself
Scenarios of wisdom in grief
Degenaration and blindness

Defend a lie with a truth

Blood red the sheer feathers
In flames the blossoms of purity
The charm of joy, imploring
The chants of faith now moaning