Desolate Shrine

If you would listen to this silence
You could obtain keys to a new sense
A sight with explore your darkness
Without eyes, without light
In this ritual at desolate shrine
You hear no words, no prayers
This is the ritual of silence
The gateway to utter blackness

In front of pure nothingness
Man shivers like autumn leaves
Without the rhythm of life he is withering away

In front of the all-piercing eye
Naked behind his wall of flesh
Lack of safety and comfort
He is vanishing within himself
In this ritual at desolate shrine
You hear no words, no prayers
This is the ritual of silence
The gateway to utter blackness

In a dangerous meeting
With yourself in the abyss
Under the layers of chaos you are the will of god
Eye to an eye with a stranger you both raise your daggers
In the name of Satan
You become one

In this ritual at desolate shrine
You speak no words, you pray not
It is the womb of silence where you die and born again
And you see them now
Explorer of your darkness
The keys in your hands
A new world opens

ONE OF CHAOS
WITHIN CHAOS