Tell me of selfish desire, for I know of it not
Of manifested grandeur, the divinely postured rot

To the center of existence my soul is bound
I have flown to the edges of eternity upon faith in tattered wings
With impunity my flesh is scorched by the fires of the unknown
Through the gates of ancient mourning, my journey it must go on

Under the veil truth is held
For the facade of ignorant bliss
Under the veil to forever lie
A nefarious reality to endure

Forgive me not for I have no remorse
In The shroud of night's cold embrace
Enslave me not for my will is unbroken
Unburdened by the veil of penitence

To the center of existence my soul is bound
I have flown to the edges of eternity upon faith in tattered wings