Chained Kûmara

What was the feeling so intense I couldn't see, I couldn't hear It revealed a secret to my sense: Everything's already here Like the chants of the dead Or the boom of the winds Thus produces gold from lead Lifts the world from it's sins It flows in through your ears Let it shine, let it rend Mortal weaknesses it sears Or brings to the bitter end Who is the akasic king His palace under desert's dome With constant state of solitude Guards the passage to plerome Nothing on this earth transcends The working of his brotherhood For he is the light of sense Master Satan understood