The aim of decading through the unknown
Disclosure
Signs of sufferer
Too tired to carry their flesh
Before the day we forgot it
In front of all our axioms
This sightless dogma became the mouth of the signal
It's the way to the edge of our destiny
The eye of the shelter has come to an end
To deny the holy circle
I know the mother of my flesh is watching
This pathetic theatre of being
Dancing and smiling at my end
Searching for the sacrifice to come
Tasting the real pleasure of believing in the self
Unknown is the will that forgot all this pleasure
To deny the holy circles
To deny the love for life
To deny my identity
To embrace the great stone of which I'm made of
To deny the love for myself
To deny the name of god
Embracing the stone of which I'm made of
From the mouth of the well, the pure reason stands