Paroles de Forsaking The Yoke

Burdened with no regret caged not by hesitation the time of departure is set with eternity's invitation Come death - the liberation free me from each earthly boundary to reach the higher destination where shape is no longer a necessity Arise death - the unresting stream wash me clean from the filth of old to allow my spirit to breathe far away from its tenacious hold Mourn not when this body dies after all, flesh is the yoke we all despise I discard the shell to unmask myself ascending back from where I fell An early sundown at my shrine a leap into darkness from the greyness of life in vain are the tries to redeem my soul for this son of Satan is marching home Could not grasp the skies when this flesh held me down now that my time is ripe fire shall become my crown