Acherontas - Amarta

A strain of Dna a force reckoned and dissolved Chain of curses, now solitude The circle casted not broken Lanced into the shell. The pinpoint of senses a restless collection of feeling dying slowly, changing into astral form Beyond the veil we can only recollect .. The cycle never speaks through memories, visions or feelings .. The head of the serpent is mute Destined to a lie of conformit,that which blashes the senses into numbness. There is so little experienced Within the playground of life.. Within the hide we shall die throughout the skin we shall stretch Blood shall stain our past as ashes illuminate the night over the pyre! A gnosis of reflection To scry into the abyss It is in the depths of loss Where all is gained Dessecration of the ego may the virtue set unto flames Consecration of the spirit as birth to ressurect Shine upon me.. Oh light of a thousand candles, cascade upon me.. Oh water of a thousand rivers Bestow upon me.. Oh knowledge of the immortal Exalt me.. Air of the 4 winds within the 8 pointed star!