The shackles fall away, as though what once was hard as iron is now immaterial
Faith and trust, such useless chains that now crash down to Earth
I RISE! FREE! ÄR JAG FRI! FREE?!
I cringe again, the last of my fear compelling me to brake for divine fury
No bolt from heaven, no sound,
Except for the shattering and burning of the once mighty temple within me
A temple whose foundations were built on doubt and loneliness and un-knowledge
Though I can still see the roots, the tree built upon them was finally withered and released from my mind
God, the temple of the ego, such an "unatural" and sacrosanct creation!
The ultimate expression of our disgusting attempt to control chaos, nature, the cosmos
The ultimate cancer, the final virus
Cut it out and submerge thyself into the murky waters of true chaos
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