| Even though the solemn path I follow |
| Lies deeply concealed within worldly clouds |
| And even though my eyes can not see |
| What dwells beyond the theatre of undivine |
| I believe in Thee, O' mother of abhorrent light |
| For I perceive beyond perception |
| As my colden human body shivered |
| I screamed in vain, cursing as I staggered |
| For the echoes of the world stroked into my soul |
| Like scars of a thousand daggers |
| Into the garden of withering I walked |
| Where shades of old still do haunt |
| Dancing into the night among trees of dead |
| A place forgotten, so mournful and gaunt |
| Where shades of old still do haunt |
| A place forgotten, so mournful and gaunt |
| O' Mother Aletheia, I do follow |
| The distant and sacred voice of thine |
| Through the unworldly halls |
| I do flow deep into the end of myself |
| Into the garden of withering I walked |
| Where shades of old still do haunt |
| Dancing in the night among trees of dead |
| A place forgotten, so mournful and gaunt |
| Thy mysteries, O' holy mother of Lucifer |
| Are the greatest enigma of all |
| And as all I see and love is Thee |
| Now the earthly shackles fall |
| Even though the solemn path I follow |
| Lies deeply concealed within worldly clouds |
| And even though my eyes could not see |
| What dwelled beyond the theatre of undivine |
| I believe in Thee, O' mother of veracity’s light |
| For I dream beyond dreams… |