Cast aside, throat slit left for dying
An infant child long dead inside the womb
Blind trust in the fate of our life, our deceit
Fixed, unchanged, revolved around it's dogma
Base your life round a worshipped vanished point
Dustpiled old cherished truths proven false to the test
No abode nor beyond the everlasting now
Turn your head, face the storm,
open your eyes and see
As the clouds gather high and lightning strike,
tornadoes rip you apart
Reference lost, not confined to any
single point of view
Free at last from the chains inherited in
the universe of man
Bonds of blood, sacrifice, are shunned,
abhorred throughout
The land of kings in refuge from the planet of the dead
Once our home, now exiled, we live and breathe the air
Of Valhalla, Elysium, where only gods dare to tread
-Where only gods dare to tread
Driving the herd into the water by including their own lies
A fitting end this self-made crowned by
themselves crucified
Warriors, martyrs and priests, these all perished in vein
Creators of their own doom and masters
Alone the shaman smiles from inside the eye of the storm
The visions unfettered, unbound are all his own
A world condensed to nothingness
Reborn in the shape of those who see
No need to get nailed to a cross to fly
The heavenly, starry abode is a footstep away
Naught is gone, proceed the recreation
It fades away but enters the world anew
The absolute vanishes, unlocated, uncreated
As your own master create your golden path
Reference lost, not confined to any
single point of view
Free at last from the chains inherited in
the universe of man
