Pentralia Mentis (The intellect)
A vision of torment, a vision of dread
Forward gaze, a reflection of your ignorance
A warning not looked on
With the curious stare of a people blinded, cauterized
Unwilling to believe, that a mortal man can twist their fate
The prophet speaks the word
Enlightened by a semi-transient state
Foretold of impending doom, the stress becomes to great for them to bear
Leader's who've conquered all, are compelled to psychotic rage
Yet instead of embracing death, they castigate the intellect
Beginning to regress and excruciate the disciple of fear
You're shamed
Flayed apart
Circumscribed
Nullified
Accountable for nothing
Doomed to recast
Consanguine future tremors
The seer has not come to speak the word of the evil one
Only to restore, a life which has come undone
Met with trepidations, only wanting to obscure
That which makes us kill and kill and avenge what's not been wronged
You're shamed
Flayed apart
Circumscribed
Nullified
