Lyrics Awakening from the Dream of Life - Schammasch

Awakening from the Dream of Life

Through death it is that we
Awaken from the dream of life
And may death be purpose and
Solution of all woeful strife
Through death we’re reborn
We’re empowered to see
Through death it will be
That our hearts will be free
Reborn as the sons of a new dawn
A star of freedom is rising
Above our heads
And voices
Slowly extinguish
Allowing the sacred
Chamber to speak
To speak the silent truth
As death is only the change of form
The spiritual eye is opened
To the clear light of the void
A secret unheard, a wisdom unseen
Rowned by voices of madness
Clouded by those without eyes to see
The depths of the ocean of all
Nor essence of spirit apart
From blindness of mind
Ending the state of contradiction
We walk in silence
Praising the gift from his right hand
We breathe in silence
Accepting the strength of surrender
We pray in silence
Receiving the truth from his left hand
We die in silence
Si quis vult me sequi
Deneget semetipsun:
Et toliat crucem suam
Et sequitur me
We have awakened from the
Chamber of lightless sleep
From states of division in disguise
Fueled by time and word
We are awake, we are awake
And the final curtain falls
We are awake, wide awake as
We’re entering his holy halls
What we seek, what we desire
What we believe, what we are
What we become shall be
Solely His light
I carry the voice of death
Deep within my open heart and
Deep within my shining spirit
Redifining what I am
Redifining what we are
A truth that may become forgotten
But can never be erased by time
Nor word or form
We speak the voice of death
We speak the love of death
We speak the truth of death
Obscured by darkest art
We carry the strength of death
We carry the sign of death
We carry the light of death
Deep within our shining hearts
The pulsing hypnotic rhythm
The waves of echo that draw you further
Into the void of contemplation
Layer upon layer of catastrophe and initiation
A lament for a dying world
There is a suffocating beauty to the atmosphere
And summoning within which feels like standing on the
Edge of jagged high cliffs with no care for the ground
Beneath my feet, to close our eyes to the outside world
And focus on the teaching in our blood
Walking through the flames that tear at the very
Essence of vision, a meditation on madness and pure faith
I feel the tears flow through my veins but they are not of
Sadness but of eternal suffering and the pain of creation