In Silence, In Chains

Captured in my omnium gatherum The animated ego constantly echoes The demands of the superego Captured in my omnium gatherum Yet again, in the hidden heart The banner of impotence is engraved Son of Adam, I'm born free, constantly in chains Son of Adam, I'm untouched existence Enveloped beyond it all Facing the discord of life, and its smile In the shimmering arrogance of metaphysics Bred in the haze Dense blackness, there was the light I sense you, the struggle of the shattered self I sense you, lacerated daylight In the pearly robes of melancholy Saturation in the pitfalls of elegance Always presumptuous Locked up in the crescendos of self Omnium gatherum, your brushstrokes obscure Omnium gatherum, constantly in chains Days of old, oh hope for the eternal future In silence, the one draws near Existence suffering in the service In the solid chaos The shadow of the invisible is brought forth The image of the Eternal One I sense, you the struggle of the shattered self I sense you, lacerated daylight, in the pearly robes Forces of Chaos, trodden by sounded flesh Forces of Chaos, stripped by the Master of Ages Omnium gatherum, disarmed and destitute Omnium gatherum, the great sea fled before His face It is finished, forever and ever…