No path, no one to witness my return Through the darkness I flew Questions turned to answers Answers turned to awe Despair, thou made me strong Horrible yet beautiful, this unearthly domain Made by no human hand Seen by none but the chosen For only few can understand this form of holiness The lonely, the burning ones When walls crumble when floor gives away Outside the cosmos is still breathing Beyond flesh and blood more profane than those Mysteries of Satan unfolding in tranquil vision Which I never left Utter loneliness breeds lucid insanity Fragments of man at your feet The trail is took within, there is no other way You must reach beyond dreams Find something other to arrive
turned, answer, tranquil, unfolding, holiness