1. IN THE HOOD OF THE CLAN OF TOMBS

Following one's steps into the night too far
To dissolve a thread that themselves are
A liken seeking blame in blind
No change in sight with the ill set of mind

When the hate turns to rage
When the black seeks light in grey
The order of the seers -
all as predicted, to no avail

For I am the night,
the sole survivor in fear,
The one to judge them doom
The leader of blind legions
Liberation of earthly demons
In the hood of the clan of tombs

First they deceived all and themselves -
inviting the devil to a masquerade
Drinking from their victories,
or what they had appeared to be


2. ENSHRINE

I am slowly becoming a ruin
A shrine of bones - approaching the lifeless void

Is that all that will be?
What ever may come,
it must not be fear and doubt

As long as I will have a will and a word to say,
My will and word will dictate my own way

As long as I have a will,
I will not mistake apathy for becoming still
That is the thrill -
the path to rise, or vacuously to ruin

I am slowly becoming a ruin
A shrine of bones - approaching the lifeless void

As long as I will have a will and a word to say,
My will and word will dictate my own way

Because this is what we are -
declining flesh and bones leaving a mark


3. CONCLUSION

No perfectness has been reached
until the potential is no more
The seeker of all will find nothing
and the nothingness will appear to all

And this is the conclusion?
Introduction to who I am not
To outlive a being
whose purposes are none?

It is waste of time to leave one aim short
Still, what there might be to learn -
could be a failure, or another page to turn

...but if one is to be all, then all will vanish at once
When this has been discovered, there will remain none
And even now that I wrote this - I do exist
For we are the lucid of our creation -
the cosmos and the chaos in it

Therefore, the only conclusion is
that we are the one called god

We should not stop at any death
that we become aware of -
For it is not even ours
that we will be part of

...but if one is to be all, then all will vanish at once
When this has been discovered, there will remain none
And even now that I wrote this - I do exist
For we are the lucid of our creation -
the cosmos and the chaos in it

Therefore, the only conclusion is
that we are the one called god
It is only what we have felt, that we believe in
The world is within us and thus; the life lust


4. INSTINCTS OF A SERPENT

Fire of hate burning bright inside
Without any rational explanation
So many years, as long as I remember
Who the hell am I reincarnation of?

Instincts of a serpent that compel
No love rains into this hiding lair

Born once again into this limbless form
I must shed my old skin of enslavement
Grow a thick armour against wind and ice
A mask to conceal my intent

Poisonous gland secured from the bloodstream
Filled to the brim to kill a human victim
I'll bite you in a flash when you try to feed me
And devour your flesh instead

Slithering spirit awaiting restless
Aching to vomit the black bile
Targets set not by a selfish plan
But an enigmatic anger even I don't comprehend

Poisonous gland secured from the bloodstream
Filled to the brim to kill a human victim
I'll bite you in a flash when you try to feed me
And devour your flesh instead

Fire of hate burning bright inside
Without any rational explanation
So many years, as long as I remember
What the hell am I reincarnation of?


5. LEAVING NO PROSPECT FOR A NEW DAWN

Once emerged - the stillness
Leaving no prospect for a new dawn

There is no time, there is no new dawn
Being effortless in vain will serve no goal
Unleash life - walk the path of the dead
What is there to discover will speak for itself

There is no time, there is no dawn

And now I am on the way
to the last of the shores
The fading light sets a blaze
into the forest of souls

Endless night has embraced thy soul
Enlightenment in coal-black
There is no return...

There is no time, there is no new dawn
Being effortless in vain will serve no goal
Unleash life - walk the path of the dead
What is there to discover will speak for itself

There is no time, there is no dawn
Being effortless in vain will serve no goal
There is no time, there is no return


6. NO LIFE TO BOTHER

The whole chance for conscious life,
sacrificed to denial of awakening of mind
Obedience over one's true self,
a mental state ignoring the recognition of what is

Death is what you have awaited
for the whole self-approved eternity
Aware of it but turning away,
into the darkness to dwell

No life to bother, no life to turn away from?
You are not to suffer, unless if threatening the form?

Like an icon of sacramental penance
A devoted sinner seeking for absolution
Once a candidate for prosperous life -
Enter death and humiliation!

Unreveal yourself - there is no life to bother!
Unreveal yourself - there is no life to bother!

The unclear state of last awareness of yourself
Idle efforts to sum the essence of the moments passing by

I will come back and make it worthwhile, you say
With death on your face - an image of incredulous remorse

If there was ever any will or doubt,
that was when you had no life to bother about
There was none other to savage your body and mind
All of your existence in exchange to an anxious state of fright
Not sure if you should have looked if this was a fallacy for life
What would have been the reason to follow man's self earned right?

Like an icon of sacramental penance
A devoted sinner seeking for absolution
Once a candidate for prosperous life -
Enter death and humiliation!

Unreveal yourself - there is no life to bother!
Unreveal yourself - there is no life to bother!