1. ENTERING DISMAL IN ETHEREAL SUBTUNNELS

(Instrumental)


2. CONJURED BY FREEZING PLANES

Is there any way?
Silt settled from here
Ethereal rats eat my marrow

Conjured from Freezing Planes
From the base of self
I wade in icy sorrow

Bleak Veracious unity of entities
Gouging fears with torment and agony
I see my spine
In the mouths of hornets

Is there any more presence
Of sustainable consciousness left?
Numbing drainage gives me
Nothing but fear of voids

Oh the subterranean primordial chasm
In which the solar wind blows
Inescapable virtues of bleakness
Beckoning you to die

Laid forth in a serenade of flesh
In catacombs my physical fears
Crossing the bounds of light and distance
Dashing into murky life-draining soup


3. STAGNANT PONDS

I stand contemplating existence
Self. Sentient of Being
This rigorous inner structure
Despise of nature meaning

Of expression too far away
Cast not those who are real

Who hold such many objects
Most forcefully substantiated
That which is named is not the real
What is perceivable upon this vagueness?

As it rots in my memory
I watch eternal beings wade
Beyond description or feeling
Nor representational imagery

Liquefying denutrification
Primordial soup of thought
In a sanctum of nymphs
Detesting the incubation

Stagnation of gargantuan ponds
In the canyons I do not believe in

In the narrow tunnels
Ultimate sensory deprivation
In aim of the derivative
Aversion towards all matter

May all that exists disappear
And all sentient beings were eradicated
When existential realization occurred


4. IN A DESERT OF PARALLEL REALITIES

(Wordless scream)
Longing to find

Inner mind,
A wandering death ridden barren
You are not wanted in here

Too cataclysmic for my resuscitation self

Into tombs
Too harmful, multiple
Prods my brain with gamma spikes
Nymphs intrusive of justified thought
Injects sourness in the flow

Juxtaposed inside of my existence
I see other worlds unreached
A liquefied nucleus jittering
Passing on lives too their hands
To their hands

Blue desert streams
Cooling ground up water flows
Past my light bathed body
I never find anything anymore


5. GLADES OF RAINFALL

A derivation of a timeless thought
Wading into emptiness

Such a loss shall be condemned
A product of weakness, shunned
Thought patterns of desperation
Clinging to false hope

A maelstrom descending upon resurrection
Not water of lunar tides
But fires raging within

Seeking decimation
The final release of an aeon of sorrow
The greatest necessity in modernity
Lies within creation

A perfection
Failure has met demise

Upon
The wings
Of cosmic
Storm


6. UNIFIED SUBCONCIOUS

(Instrumental)