I: Under The Eyes of Serpents

New try to catch full breath
While heart by stone encumbered
Existence's anguish burns
And vital force reduced to dust
Guilt implanted
Projected thoughts
But other than one's mind
They feed upon your weakness
They grow upon your troth

Those of pure overwill
Are always first [bad word] Refined intention's spear
In dimness lurks that sleepless plague
Eyes of serpents
Intently fixed on genuine one's kind
They catalyse your fear
They aim straight in your soul

II: Transcendental Fusion

Into depths of cosmic sacred calm
I soar
Reaching for ethereal wisdom's glare
I share...
...Soul of the worlds

Knowledge to breathe
Voice of the stars
Essence supreme
Taste of the purest force

III: Gods Bring You Away From Yourself

Unless the day [bad word] again
When astral storm will clean the earth
The myth divine may worm upon your soul [bad word] awakening'll bring you freedom!
No salvation from the skies
Purest nature is the holy
Gods bring you away from yourself

Religious madness tainting the world
Blinded await the messiah
Crawling in fear, praying for their sins
Whipped by the visions infernal
Resident terror dwells in disguise
Forming a proximate presence
Only The Ones are able to see
We are the voice that wake up your will

Gods bring you away from yourself

IV: Strain From Depths
 [bad word] 

V: The Force Dwells Within

Strength, not weakness
will, not fate
Pure and fearless
In depths you'll find yourself

VI: And All The Waste Will Fade

When sacred rage inside cannot be stemmed
And free, awakened mind regains it's flame
World shall see the ultimate blasphemy
And all the waste'll be damned together

When mental [bad word] can't prosper
And dogma's toxins can't befoul your veins
World shall rise from religious heresy
And all the waste will fade