Behind this veil of lies, among this squalor Amid tears, I cry out, I know the truth From my ghastly haven I watch the nightly sky The crescent’s eerie moonlight cloaks my livid face
Look at these chantries With immense harness of ones fear They obfuscate the truth
They think our eccentricity is detrimental This decadent system disdains us as pariahs Now we want to bestow our arcane knowledge Now listen to these words and revel in pride
We’ve got to draw in Those protean truths, they are all lies This age-old knowledge will free us:
Out of this world we all came – Not from heavens We belong to the ground – From dust to dust art we All the nature is our mire – She shall not deceive We are the existence – And the existence is us
Out of this world we all came – Not from heavens We belong to the ground – From dust to dust art we All the nature is our mire – She shall not deceive We are the existence – And the existence is us