Voice Of Intuition

Attuned with mists of solemn sage Chiseled by winds rising from pain Creep in me moss of the inner world Blood of mountains coalesce with my being Speak in me Black magick being Guide to me White light mastery Synchronized with the word of my soul The only truth worthly of being known Speak in me Black magick being Guide to me White light mastery Listless foul My touch unnatural Illusion covered Smothered being Shedding these remnants Of the kiss bestowed Emitting sick cursed throne Deconstruct me to the roots I no longer need a voice to wound Speak in me Black magick being Guide to me White light mastery Step into the temple when you reach The multi-universe everlasting I am you guiding myself unto itself The power of the planes Reverent from age Flowing through you and all of space