Through the fields of scars and wounds
shining with dim light of non-existence
What tranquillity! What sweet peace! What inward serenity!
What supreme felicity and earnest of bliss!
To reach beyond the web of spiritual deceit
That mankind has been weaving for millennia
And face the most horrible truth of all.
Every single dream shattered, trampled and lost
Every single word silenced for ever, and evermore
Descent, regress into prime, hideous, beautiful nothingness
Track Name: Mdłości II
The Gardens withered and the Colossus perished
Embraced by the luscious winds of stagnation
As a monument of the silent gospel
From a rotting foetus inside the womb of Gaia
Risen by the hand of man
Turning the pages of history
Purifying, channelling the essence
Of a conscious, erected mud