In Silence, in Chains

Captured in my omnium gatherum

The animated ego constantly echoes

The demands of the superego

Captured in my omnium gatherum

Yet again, in the hidden heart

The banner of impotence is engraved

Son of Adam, I’m born free, constantly in chains

Son of Adam, I’m untouched existence

Enveloped beyond it all

Facing the discord of life, and its smile

In the shimmering arrogance of metaphysics

Bred in the haze

Dense blackness, there was the light

I sense you, the struggle of the shattered self

I sense you, lacerated daylight

In the pearly robes of melancholy

Saturation in the pitfalls of elegance

Always presumptuous

Locked up in the crescendos of self

Omnium gatherum, your brushstrokes obscure

Omnium gatherum, constantly in chains

Days of old, oh hope for the eternal future

In silence, the one draws near

Existence suffering in the service

In the solid chaos

The shadow of the invisible is brought forth

The image of the Eternal One

I sense, you the struggle of the shattered self

I sense you, lacerated daylight, in the pearly robes

Forces of Chaos, trodden by sounded flesh

Forces of Chaos, stripped by the Master of Ages

Omnium gatherum, disarmed and destitute

Omnium gatherum, the great sea fled before His face

It is finished, forever and ever…