Opprobrious Reciprocity کے بول

I am a pale being My aching branches Support my forehead While your shaded veil Floods of oblivion over me In me the light It rusts, it ends It freezes the time and paralyzes the stars I teach the truth The wise sampling the unknown Finally my hands opened the door to Ethereal Between my hands you will rest Allow me to torment man That without conscience to the abyss is thrown Lies are their victories Lies are their glories Lies are your illusion I will cure your damage And your wretched screams Vanishing the beats of your heart I will cure your damage And your wretched screams I deliver myself to you, not by submission but by choice Show your divine grace to the sceptic Let darkness consume them The flooding light shall not blind us