Clandestine Blaze
Resacralize the Unknown
1. The Birth of the Sun
A gathering of the greatest minds, adept to solve the mysteries beyond our visible universe
A will to harness the hidden powers to possess the secrets to creation of forces formerly unseen
To unleash secrets once unknown... in hopes they doesn't swallow us all
To give birth to the sun - Ignite the light of the gods
To give birth to the sun - Incinerate flesh and bone
The fate of man lies at the mercy of the resentment built in minds of our species
Value of lessons of showing absolute might - the will to give birth to the sun
Living in the shadow of possibilities, in fear of the divine end
In hands of man - the absolute might - lies the will to give birth to the sun
2. Tombstone of Christianity
Monuments of bygone faith. The last of the elderly embrace in familiar forms
The eyes on the fading altarpiece overlook a desolate hall.
This place is the true tombstone of christianity
Quiet, cold, vacant halls: this is the monument, the tombstone of christianity
Mercenaries of dead religion: the harlots of our times.
Bargains and arrangements of whoredom
Unable to gather a congregation even with this idolatry.
This is the true tombstone of christianity
3. Only the Shadows of This World
Many men were consumed, devoured inside by emptiness of the journey
Loathing this torment, yearning for the afterlife
Timidly looking back, disappointed with themselves
We seek no afterlife - We crave only the shadows of this world. Walk the path to the doom!
Triumphant even in this bleakness. Content to return without hesitation
If it's a sign of drained of knowledge, this curse fills us with joy
4. Our Cross to Bear
In hopes of advancement men build the foundations of dream worlds
Deluded by potential of the flesh, ignoring prevailing genetic shortcomings
This is our cross to bear, the existential struggle after disillusionment
After centuries of going through tomes of wisdom
All is covered in the dust of history and tribal sand
In days when the last man has fallen to the equivalent of tamed beast
Renew the process, ..but why? For this re-enactement to be played through... once again?
Our cross to bear is the weight of knowledge of the hopelessness of man
They see us as an illness, as madness and we carry this as the lightest of burdens
We've seen the material: The decadence devoid of divine spark
It's neither pity nor grudge we feel as their empty eyes stare back
Resembling degraded animal instincts - The absolute baseline - so distant to us
Where man as a whole is bound to return. Always to return and return...
5. Bring Me the Head
In the times of learning that one of their kind had presented attributes undesired,
the crowd scorned the possibility of redemption
a threat to their set path of keeping on crawling
Bring me the head of king of judea! They are content only with his proven death
Bring me the head of king of judea, to display before the roaring crowd!
External dominator is their only true god, the enabler of slavery and bringer of oppression
For this, they will kneel. Due this, they will weep, but the alternative route would be worse
Bring me, bring me the head! Bring me the head of king of judea!
Bring me, bring me the symbol. Bring me the symbol chose ones desire.
6. Resacralize the Unknown
In the face of its hostility, they caved. Skeletal men and their staved cattle
From endless black days and nights, in hopes of light appearing again
The vast might of its indifference keeps men on the border of life and death
Sacrifices and angst before the vast unknown; In front of it, we have no meaning
Our place is marked by starvation and cold, our chances are either frozen or burned.
Re-sacralize the unknown - our servitude to powers before which men can only kneel
7. Mass Graves of All Eternity
Nothing within or beyond us is self-sufficient.
Hence, our souls trembled with happiness after the cleansing
All eternity was needed to produce this one event
and in this single moment of affirmation, all eternity was justified
In this tragedy we can see beauty, despite everything
and in the walk from terror, it is obsolete to seek refuge
All eternity was needed to produce this one event
and in this single moment of affirmation, all eternity was redeemed
They watch us as if we were insane, unable to sense the qualities of man
cultivated within us for centuries And yes!
Those we have indeed left behind! The negation of a spark,
the suffocation of renewal - replaced by the tragedy where they both will thrive
Volunteers , barely with any hope - at the mercy of cluelessness and ramifications
Like a man bound in chaos. And yes! Nevertheless, we sharpen our blades
The negation of a spark and the suffocation of renewal are replaced
by tragedy where they both will thrive
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