[ The Harp Of Wondering Will ]
Timeless dialectics of Being and Will
Brought such voids within truth of existence fell
The melodies rhyme with fading time
All ghosts of humanity pay dues for our crime
Then came the tyranny of man
Yet played the sands of time that, once, ran
Such amusement of Chaos and Disobedience;
The order of extreme disturbance
The order of death and mayhem of soul
Witness of a thousand wonderer
An empty Self
That plays the Harp of Wondering Will...
The harp of a trembler...
Contradiction & Retreatment of mindful beings;
Away...
And into the silent slumbers,
Through such dagger of seeing...
The melodies of posydon betake the Kill!
The only existing truth...
Our purpose to fulfil
A shining Alethia that is in dark
Like the shining roses that rest thee still!
Blood, stains the lands...
Every witness slays the stands
The cravings of our sin,
Our own relative,
A stranger to us...
Our Kin!
Hear me, every man!
For thou shalt march upon mine declarations;
A story of voyager for truth...
Is being told...
And benighted, thou shalt be;
Towards the secrets to unfold...
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