Mother Aletheia Chapter II

Even though the solemn path I follow

lies deeply concealed within worldly clouds,

and even though my eyes can not see

what dwells beyond the theatre of undivine

I believe in Thee, O' mother of abhorrent light

For I perceive beyond perception

As my colden human body shivered

I screamed in vain, cursing as I staggered

For the echoes of the world stroked into my soul

like scars of a thousand daggers

Into the garden of withering I walked

where shades of old still do haunt

Dancing into the night among trees of dead

a place forgotten, so mournful and gaunt

Where shades of old still do haunt,

a place forgotten, so mournful and gaunt

O' Mother Aletheia, I do follow

the distant and sacred voice of thine,

through the unworldly halls

I do flow deep into the end of myself

Into the garden of withering I walked

where shades of old still do haunt

Dancing in the night among trees of dead

a place forgotten, so mournful and gaunt

Thy mysteries, O' holy mother of Lucifer

are the greatest enigma of all

And as all I see and love is Thee

now the earthly shackles fall

Even though the solemn path I follow

lies deeply concealed within worldly clouds,

and even though my eyes could not see

what dwelled beyond the theatre of undivine

I believe in Thee, O' mother of veracity's light

For I dream beyond dreams…