Lament For Lost Gods Paroles

souls' hearth...

to call...
your ancient...
invocation...

weeping...
your blessed names...
arms reaching... (to the sky...)

"why? taken from thee.. your majesty...
your freedom.. and grains of life... (to be used.. by me)
i never needed... these ways..
i was happy... before.. machines... (when we were.. free..)
free to walk... which way.. we pleased...
no... these plastic kings... are not.. for me..."

i scream:

"die... curse thee, my enemies... like your way...
i... give both back now...
as i give up... my body...

to the...
ultimate... black void...
in which our souls may...
at last... find peace...

outside...
of time... deep..
within these fields...
of black stars...

far...
beyond the light...
where gods are born...
once more...