Presence II کے بول

Corridors of pain and hallways of glory Covered by the mist of artificial reason Tread lightly upon the lines of own mind For through untold worlds A new revelation shall come Through my wounds, through my scars! Razors be paths within the maze With each cut deeper, onwards to kether To crown the atrocity Presence! Of second word coming unto flesh Revelation! Salvation! Born of light, abide in man! A maze with countless entrances, yet no ways out. A divine challenge! Consiousness at stake. Merge! A will so strong, cracking knees like twigs Resistance is futile, but how delightning Misguiding fear of truth, so humane, so restricting Willingly struggling/strangling own humanity Far beyond the safe borders of madness A new sight through undead eyes Perception distorted so sharply So the true light shines through all of the known