This shining torch we carry The bridge of status quo disappears behind us An impulse to sublimination The desire to embrace the divine within us Summoning the fury of Chaos to find The forbidden yet majestic fire which comes from below The maze of doubts leading to knowledge The one which destroys or exhilarates Let this worship be like a thundering storm Possessing yet unchaining the souls of thy disciples Each new door is a key to this perilous realm The burdens of what once was now lay in ruins before our eyes Dare to revere adversity as much as triumph Proudly forging and ferociously shapening the spirit A monument to honour the Promethean temple To reach and receive the crown made of slamming stars His glory is ours as he lives through us
shapening, exhilarates, sublimination, unchaining, promethean