Woven from the fabric of deception Idle and enclosed Fathomless isolation
An extended encounter With emptiness A vast, enticing realm Unhealed wounds consummate Darkness feigning light
I lit the torch The fire is all in my soul The thorn and its bloodied ink Is written with a silver lining Initiate to recollect
The eternal mirror Shines on the omniscient face Without limit, without trace
This is only a dream And soon, I will awake
The aching of the heart Is the longest process Encoded wisdom Within this brokered kingdom Within this brokered kingdom
Pioneer of impermanence Masqueraded subjugation Shown what's in store By those that came before A constant reminder For the stoic pathfinder At the forefront Indebted to karmic retrieval
This is only a dream And soon, I will awake
I lit the torch The fire is all in my soul The thorn and its bloodied ink Is written with a silver lining
Initiate to recollect The perils that lie beyond Real magick is not performed with a wand
The eternal mirror Shines on the omniscient face Without limit, without trace
