Testo di Striving for Command

A stench that purifies the soul Emanates from the abyss A piercing gaze from the netherworld I kneel and it burns my soul Never shall it be controlled Nor given a direction When the gates stand open The dark splendour is perfection Struggling In the captivity of an inferior level Striving for command To dissolve a microcosm In ancient monuments In the reflections of a spiritual past I see the dying hope of man Slain in yahweh's loving hands To escape the light's curse Is to withdraw from pleasures of this world The self-inflicted redemption Obtained through chaos mediation In my mind I reach for eternity And in my soul I dwell among the stars