Quintessente

The Belief of the Mind Slaves

Quintessente
Tonight the sky is theirs
Idols fall one by one
Denied in its own decay
Should be without praise

Almighty!
Their mourn echoes through the void
They are waiting for salvation with bent knees

When judged they will be silenced
They will be slaves of our mercy
Without lucidity and direction
There will be no healing illusion

Afterlife!
Their shards rip through the void
They are waiting for redemption with bent knees

With their weary soul they cry
Wandering between the planes of the universe

A distant voice, embracing sound
There is no time
The world falls down, the storm is gone now
Feel the light
Free your restless mind

Stars
They disappear into the infinite higher light
Sunrise
This daybreak will not be enough