The Epitome of Gods and Men Alike - Mournful Congregation

You shall be cast down

Before even dreams were dreamt of

There existed misery

Epitome of gods and men alike

Tormented as they struggled

Amidst chaos, twisted beings did mesh as one

Not yet beyond the veil

To be as waxen idols…

Crafted with the blackest hand of matter

Birthed was the unseeing eye

Divinity renamed…

Silence the unhearer

Burden thy path not more

Shade the beacon light

Keep hidden from ones

Whom seek not paths of worth

Drink the Soma

Vision the white lotus

Seated upon the thousandth petal

Crucified to the days of three

Emerge, open thy eye

View the innate and dream the dream

Behold the nirvanic temple…