- cifra
In this little corner of this little world
I feel so helpless at times
Never ceasing wonder, ever-chasing pearls of
Wisdom, into the night
Domine mysteriorum
Custos aenigmatum
All that is revealed, we’re holding in our grasp
Forever, and ages to come
All that is concealed, and all that has collapsed
Power, it’s never enough
Some of us still scream
And some of us look away
Blinding, into the mind
Oh this ancient world, crying out from the grave
One day, we will be free
Domine mysteriorum
Custos aenigmatum
All that I can understand
All my mind can comprehend
So treacherous is the hand
Which feeds the heart of poison
Souls chasing fantasies
Sleep walking in these dreams
So treasonous is the man
Who loves the heart of poison
Free me from myself
From my only limitation
This burden holding me down
All my will, will never be enough
