Schammasch - In Dialogue with Death

What else will you see by gazing into
the reflection of your own countenance
on the water's surface than a thousand
empty eyes from a thousand empty faces
of a thousand empty selfs, mirroring
a thousand empty lifes?

The harmonic state is not achieved
through the profane illusion of
Capitulation, striking exceedingly
the deepest minds whilst they are bent.

This isolation of the spirit,
this paralysation of the flesh are
only initials unravelling at last,
the circle of death.

I saw this falling star,
lamb of faith under reason's will.
I bind this sacrifice to the burning
tree and let it shine.

I am the star that guides your way,
your shrine, your temple, wine and bread.
As opposed to him who leads astray
for your mind was closed, your heart was dead.

Tell me,
if Satan's breath creates
the storms that hurl your salt
water up to the clouds.

Spirit is not yet abandoned!

This you must tell me,
because I would rejoice at
knowing Hell so close to man.

Embrace me now,
drown in darkness.
Receive me now,
accept this guiding light.

A voice to wake the truth of silence,
destroying forlorn hope to renew
what's hidden beneath the ruins.

I cast the serpent's spell
on those who crawl unwillingly
through forsaken wastes and
dirty soil of a mind unclear.

I saw how eagles fell
stunned from the topmost
clouds of Heaven, tumbling over
one another in raging fear.

Abjure these crumbling halls,
rebuild his rotten temple
under the sun of eyes to receive
this gift with open arms.

Lest you don't fail to pass!
Receive the sign of death
with purest dignity, infinity
beyond the walls of life.

Fluctus feri maris despumantes
suas confusiones sidera errantia
quibus procella tenebrarum in
aeternum servata est...

Shadows emerging from
the deep in silence,
ascending from oceans.

Shallow words are doomed to crumble
as the truth is bared to be
received through pain and anguish
by the ones who dare to see.

Never again shall you
crumble at the nameless void
but kiss the deepest darkness
and embrace the holy flames.

Abjure these crumbling halls,
rebuild his rotten temple
under the sun of eyes to receive
this gift with open arms.

Lest you don't fail to pass!
Receive the sign of death
with purest dignity, infinity
beyond the walls of life.

As you sink deeper and deeper
into this chimerical dark,
a mind is burning down heralding
thy utmost purifying rebirth.