Beyond the veils that separate worlds That intertwine in an orderly spiral In primordial darkness Beyond the duality of everything and nothing Where lies the multiplicity of everything that becomes nothing There is no more sense of being No more form Only amorphous fullness of not self I glimpse the fate of my sacrifice Behold, do the whirlwinds of creation justify belonging and numbness? Only the journey of no return proves to be real In the eyes of those who gazed into the abyss There is no more sense of being No more form Only amorphous fullness of not self I glimpse the fate of my sacrifice No more shall we sing the hymns of happiness For the banner of war holds our cold hunt for the fallen sophia Like thirsty wolves, we hunt the doors on the other side Like cold anarchists, we disturb the order of the priestly ministry And today, the torches that burned the laws are the luminaries of our assembly We evoke the void So that it fills our souls The faceless God is manifested by the masks that fit us And the smile Is a warning of anger No more shall we sing the hymns of happiness For the banner of war holds our cold hunt for the fallen sophia Like thirsty wolves, we hunt the doors on the other side Like cold anarchists, we disturb the order of the priestly ministry And today, the torches that burned the laws are the luminaries of our assembly