[Hersemann/Malone] Spiraling reality consumes itself Pushing in directions once ignored Knowing nothing until death is dealt Then you will rely on what was stored... Your spirit now unshackled from it's shell Now free to observe that which was lost More new knowledge than you can retain Rewards in all this far beyond the cost... Glide... Glide upon wings of death Soar... To heights unwitnessed by mortal man Hear... The lamentations of unrested souls Smell... The sulphorous smoke that follows you into death Alight... And view the planes of the underworld! Now you have seen the hereafter Burned out eyes just empty orbs Endless searching for something not there Just wandering on Styx's shores Lifelong quest for your enlightenment Now your spirit has it's due Bleeding blisters cover your feet Now your search for God is through.