Paroles de Category II: Discovering the Absolute

Silhouettes line the horizon, silent As the wind on the most tranquil of days, Patiently waiting to be ascertained Forever nebulous until the end Ever so hungry for truth, we close in Across the desolate fields of ruin, Marching on in the midst of temptation, The serpent hissing at its abolition Plagues befall mankind and shatter its faith Convoluting the answers that await Tempests and floods breed a chasm so vast Blinding us to the false images cast Draining the majesty of both mind and soul, it grows Like a disease, this storm of falsity persists To instill the feelings of others, and rob us of our own Totalitarian darkness washes over the earth But intuition will light the path and precipitate wisdom's birth Now, with all cultural constraints removed Nothing remains but the truth, absolute Luminous forms adorn once dark landscapes What a magnificent day to escape! By way of light, we discover the absolute