Beyond the shallow
Sensations of slaves
False beliefs
And empty pride
Beyond the fear
Of life and d**h
We'll step aside
And break the chains
In the heart
Of the oldest temple
Lies the new beginning
An end of our kind
Enter the realm
Of timelessness
Join the voiceless
Shrine of decay
“And I saw an eagle flying over in the golden light of the setting Sun... And by the dusk I saw a snake twisted around a fallen tree. The snake appeared to be blind, unmoving. But when the night had come and the Moon was full, the silver light reflected from the grey eyes, and all the colors of earth began to shine...”