Dead Congregation Source Of Fire
Glane of desire
Towards what was once needed
Now that all got obtained, used and consumed
Lack of hope force-fed
Energy tuned into fire.
Starving, craving, feeding
the endless process
Curving, forcing, bleeding
Sins never confessed
Glorification of other
Icon revealed through needs
Icon eaten, swallowed
Turning the outside into inside
Vortex of fire
Vortex of will
Vortex of power
Make me whole
Let the rise reach its peak of transcendency
Go through mind conspiracy
My own soul private enemy
