awakening from the dream of life

• schammasch - awakening from the dream of life
  
  through death it is that we
  awaken from the dream of life
  and may death be purpose and
  solution of all woeful strife
  
  through death we're reborn
  we're empowered to see
  through death it will be
  that our hearts will be free
  
  reborn as the sons of a new dawn
  a star of freedom is rising
  above our heads
  
  and voices
  slowly extinguish
  allowing the sacred
  chamber to speak
  
  to speak the silent truth
  as death is only the change of form
  the spiritual eye is opened
  to the clear light of the void
  
  a secret unheard, a wisdom unseen
  rowned by voices of madness
  clouded by those without eyes to see
  
  the depths of the ocean of all
  nor essence of spirit apart
  from blindness of mind
  
  ending the state of contradiction
  we walk in silence
  praising the gift from his right hand
  we breathe in silence
  
  accepting the strength of surrender
  we pray in silence
  receiving the truth from his left hand
  we die in silence
  
  si quis vult me sequi
  deneget semetipsun:
  et toliat crucem suam
  et sequitur me
  
  we have awakened from the
  chamber of lightless sleep
  from states of division in disguise
  fueled by time and word
  
  we are awake, we are awake
  and the final curtain falls
  we are awake, wide awake as
  we're entering his holy halls
  
  what we seek, what we desire
  what we believe, what we are
  what we become shall be
  solely his light
  
  ı carry the voice of death
  deep within my open heart and
  deep within my shining spirit
  redifining what ı am
  
  redifining what we are
  a truth that may become forgotten
  but can never be erased by time
  nor word or form
  
  we speak the voice of death
  we speak the love of death
  we speak the truth of death
  obscured by darkest art
  
  we carry the strength of death
  we carry the sign of death
  we carry the light of death
  deep within our shining hearts
  
  the pulsing hypnotic rhythm
  the waves of echo that draw you further
  ınto the void of contemplation
  layer upon layer of catastrophe and initiation
  a lament for a dying world
  
  there is a suffocating beauty to the atmosphere
  and summoning within which feels like standing on the
  edge of jagged high cliffs with no care for the ground
  beneath my feet, to close our eyes to the outside world
  and focus on the teaching in our blood
  
  walking through the flames that tear at the very
  essence of vision, a meditation on madness and pure faith
  ı feel the tears flow through my veins but they are not of
  sadness but of eternal suffering and the pain of creation