Lost Soul - 216 lyrics

What are you, the self proclaimed beast? Who is the one that created you ...and whichever of your creators Was born in the land where you come from I flout at your signature I deride the fear of priests Forming my own triple multiplication I receive communion from the golden rays Blind children of dissimulation! Ye who heed the ancient books an*lyzing the lunatics' nonsense Enter the unholy pattern of spiral Crucifixion The neovitruvian man Resurrection ...and time will not exist I set forth With you and your stone tools behind Tesseractic visions The energy of new suns I absorb their light Now that I understood the essence I set forth This is my golden sum I see with my third eye I transform into fourth destiny My number raises one degree higher Pure freedom of my soul And how many gods yet..? And how many suns and worlds..? And how many prophecies and deeds..? ...and just look behind