Absent Tribulation - Ages

Endless winds

Tears relentlessly at the summit

Awaiting our arrival

Its megalithic stature is towering infinitely

Towards the celestial sphere

Onwards we strive

To the uttermost

And final rest

Ravishing lies

Tore at our minds

Purged and gone

Awaiting the truth

Free from deceit

To be revealed

Towards the celestial sphere

Onwards we strive

To the uttermost gof God

«Our minds are clear

Our hart are at peace

Our srenity beckons the end»

Faith is to no avail

Hope is for the weakened minds

Of the followers of God

From beyond the snow covered pathway

From the forest, from the depths

There in the shades of forgottenness

In the pages long withered and torn

Lies the rubicon of unmitigated truth

The rapture that never came

And the absent tribulation

Forces us to heed the archaic ways

And stipulate our true end as one