Labyrinthine Privation Lyrics

Into the labyrinthine wilderness, where against many of the declarations, all the worships, disciples and believers. However, most of whom, in their absolute infatuation, have punctured their own eyes and lost complete recognition of the finite, fragile gods which they venerate. Submission is the nature of man - to be overpowered by that which is greater. Any display of dominance is but a hubristic mask and ruinous omission of ignorance that precedes plummeting into the pit. His nature is to crumble to his knees - en raptured - in the face of the holy in all its awe and terror; in awe and terror! Worship is the nature of man - whether he knows it or not; whether he accepts it or not. At his core is a nostalgia for the ori- ginal vertigo - for the state before the fall; yet how few have waded through the filth to glimpse their core. In this desert east of Eden, one must navigate a most pernicious terrain through its infinite valleys and vestiges in order to discern the difference between άγνοια and αγνωσία. Each part of this wasteland occurs many times; any particular place is another place. This wasteland is as big as the world - it is the world. Here, you are not alone and nor are you sovereign. You have crafted spurious idols out of the trinkets that dangle before you, hung mockingly by the great angel of the abyss. Do you not recognise the trials requested of you? Do you not hear the swarms of voracious flies? Do you not smell corruption's fetid perfume? As moths to candle flame, so compelled and beguiled to be blind to your annihilation in the Devil's fires. For this wretched desolation is His dominion - the embodied antithesis. As with day there must be night; as with growth there must be rot. The razor whose lacerations may be of refine- ment or murder. For this is the house of ........ , O revered Devil of the depths!