Even though the solemn path I follow Lies deeply concealed within worldly clouds And even though my eyes can not see What dwells beyond the theatre of undivine I believe in Thee, O mother of abhorrent light For I perceive beyond perception As my colden human body shivered I screamed in vain, cursing as I staggered For the echoes of the world stroked into my soul Like scars of a thousand daggers Into the garden of withering I walked Where shades of old still do haunt Dancing into the night among trees of dead A place forgotten, so mournful and gaunt Where shades of old still do haunt A place forgotten, so mournful and gaunt O Mother Aletheia, I do follow The distant and sacred voice of thine Through the unworldly halls I do flow deep into the end of myself Into the garden of withering I walked Where shades of old still do haunt Dancing in the night among trees of dead A place forgotten, so mournful and gaunt Thy mysteries, O holy mother of Lucifer Are the greatest enigma of all And as all I see and love is Thee Now the earthly shackles fall Even though the solemn path I follow Lies deeply concealed within worldly clouds And even though my eyes could not see What dwelled beyond the theatre of undivine I believe in Thee, O mother of veracitys light For I dream beyond dreams...
gaunt, mournful, undivine, beyond, haunt