Abode of the Perfect Soul

Procession surging
Steel frames turn within
The ancient bronze cage

Thuraya

Cast open the portal
Gates of mercy

Lead by the light, we enter
Into the path of void
The quintessent doorway

Tracing violet shadows
Unfaltering steps to the outer dark
Eldritch hymns infinitely echo
Voices reverberate in mazes of glass

Grasping elder keys
Gnarled hands beckon
Gaze upon faces of dread
Sanctified

Unfolding routes through еmerald spirals
An infinite thread of iridеscent light

Synesthetic submergence saturates the mind
Our realities endlessly redefined

Turning elder keys, latches unlock
Stare upon visions of dread
Faces of Istehar, of Istehar
Pieces falling from patterned skies
Countless patterns forming, myriad
Prospects shaped from stygian lies
Lies segmenting slowly, myriad

Eyes now see, your own eyes
Promethean
Eyes now sealed, can't use eyes
Promethean
Skin now blends, flesh as one
Promethean
Self now hive, amaranth
Promethean