C'est aux cieux que nos chimères nous lancinent Craignant la renaissance imminente Car réintégré à nouveau dans le corps et la chair Ce n'est pas seulement l'âme qui est martyrisée The uncertainty of the existence of an afterlife Is not the worst thing that haunts the human psyche Imagine travelling to the realm of the demiurge The creator of all misery in this life and beyond Staring in the hate filled eye of darkness itself To have that eye stare back at you Fulfilling you with knowledge of what awaits Beyond the gates of death with redemption denied There is no compassionate, mild judge to plea to Only an executioner wallowing in blood thirst The blood being yours, waiting to be released From that vein pulsing nervously in your neck You consciously dream, bathing in sweat Yet closer to reality you have ever been Revealing the destiny of this flawed world To be destroyed by its own malevolent creator
