Pilgrim Of The Times

Splattered with stars and nights,
whipped by the spells of wizards,
I follow the tracks left by Masters
that travelled the path before me.

I should find the exit from the desert,
I want to escape the kingdom of darkness,
I should find the passage that will take me
where my Brothers and my Home await.

The winds of the desert lash me,
like others lashed my reason,
I hear echos of voices that help me
to climb up to the next step.

The veil from me eyes has fallen
the terrestreal illusion is dissipating,
the oasis I have found within me,
revealing itself like pristine Truth.

I am a Pilgrim of the Times
travelling this vast immensity.
I search for the Pleroma by way of the Aeons.
I search for my Origin: Eternity.