Cryptic Presage lyrics

Consciousness can't reveal his presence Downturned eyes; trapped, hesitant He's lost himself again Tranquility remains, subtle feelings receding Now the rituals grow fervent No sign of a god above Trapped in all that's quiet This, his practice; nurtured by absence Doubt upon his mind Voyeuristic practice employed with zeal She's lost herself Subjects change each day through misfortune of fate Following; sowing a spectre of doubt for their thoughts to berate