enigma
dying cells of ancient knowledge
hiding, rotting in the depths of our minds
set them free
you will see
resurrection of the unnamed goddess
heathen ways and misty paths
judged by the spotless of vanished proofs
set them free
show to me
humiliation of infamous life
dying wish like a fallen shroud
solemnity that our hearts misleads
come with me
show to me
the myth of solitude brought by thee
concealed temple of deviate origins
devilish desires burn in every inch of our flesh
set them free
they will give
dreams you used to know as sins
