Mad Creatress

Truth remains mysterious In its plain obscurity Ordinary beings beg To inflesh their reveries Positive sensations make People craving for the next Fear lies in the eyes of those That have never seen their depths Nescience is the only sin Not to be forgiven Open all the gates within And leave none unriven Fragments of emotions drift In and out capriciously In a soul so unrefined To be spirit-forged in grief Spells remain oracular Incantations fade away And all wisdom is in vain Every way leads down to her Nescience is the only sin Not to be forgiven Open all the gates within And leave none unriven Universes multiply So do possibilities Chaos perfectly unfolds In the ghostly primal void Chaedra dwells in lightless pits Far beyond all human grasp In the darkness she abides Mad creatress and beloved Nescience is the only sin Not to be forgiven Open all the gates within And leave none unriven