There is a voice which cannot be heard A certain sound that knows no bounds Born within us and burning beyond The circumference of the stars A sickness that cannot be seen Penetrates spectral wounds A symphony of agony Spreading forth like the roots that trace the ground Transformation Eternal spirit's eternal re-creation The sands of time shift and decline Angels sing of the wretched and divine Where the serpent reigns and swallows the sun To consume a Eucharist of poison Twilight plane A violet domain Phantoms loom in the sky above the empire of ashes There is a world behind the veil A liminal frequency of thoughts At the point where the synapses fail And flicker in the dark as distant stars Eternal void at the centre of creation The door is opened once again False horizon Morning star The wind is calling from afar While the path ascends Dead hands extend Through the curtain To beyond