1. From Darkness To The Edge Of Creation

(intro)

2. One Must Embrace Fatality

Profane spirits...
Listen to what we know is a sacred message
Sent from the echoes of destiny
Surely you barely heard it... but now listen

Misguided believers...
Forget the irony of your multiple deities
How can so many people be wrong?

Narrow minded doubters...
You are only touched by why you call evidence
As if your senses could glimpse the truth

What will be revealed to you
In the following verses
Is a message of an unconceivable impact
Destiny could be yours to embrace

Don't be fooled...
The satisfaction to be felt
Won't come from a typical happy ending
But rather by the fall of ignorance

To spread the concept of the endless fall
Where bliss merges with fatalism
Is the sublime privilege

A scattered essence leading the whole
Of both existence and nihil
Waits to be perceived and assembled
A truth encrypted so no conscience yet
Has been able to be aware of

But she, and her unique gift
Will harmonize what has to be seized

Her journey begins abruptly
Will she survive the ethereal shock?...
How the dramatic end of a rich past
Could become the ultimate deliverance?

Her path is yours to discover
Her fate will be our bond forever
Acclaim her majesty now or never

3. Being The Cornerstone Of Destiny

Deeply entrenched in her land and family
Was this fragile embodiment of a prophecy
Going about her humanly occupations
No questions asked, veiled from a true vocation

Planned to be the human interface
Between our known grim reality
And a far more sophisticated conscience
Was She...

Space and time converged
Through a newly born being
Destiny or a mysterious will

The will to show the truth
An understanding of the outside
To prepare for obliteration

A human form, but surely in disguise
Came about her, impoverished
One touch on her forehead
And a glimpse of Divinity

She fell on her naked knees
Without grasping what was happening
Her life took a tragic twist
As did humankind's fate

"You shall be the One
Bearer of a great message
Instrument of a cataclysmic
End to it all"

The revelation came to her
Unfolding the destiny
From her misfolded past

4. The Source

And she was shown the way...

Thrown in the sacred Entity
Flowing knowledge engulfing her body
Immersed in this rich source
The source of a pure Mind

Against her will, but still running deep
No breathing, panic, denial...!

In this ordeal only a chosen survives
Ripping through the void, she emerges

Acceptation
Submitted to her fatality
No fight against the current
She shall ride along
And make something of it

Liberation
Freed of her known roots
The weight of her existence departed
Bricks no more, waves are her walls
Foundations dissolved in waterish persistence

And she is foreseeing...

Cleansed spirit, she is the one
Flowing through her veins
The true power to reveal what will be...
Thousands of pure spirits
Drowned in oceans of tears
Depleted without resistance

Silence thorn by desperate cry
Begging glances without hearts to empathize

With a Phoenix's feather her quill
The tears will be her ink

A drop of light, but a sea of nothingness
Thousands of pure spirits
Drowned in oceans of tears
Depleted without resistance

Her greatest fear was to feel what she feels now
An orgasmic fascination
To serve, annihilate and give her life away

5. That Spark That Shines In Her Eyes

Now infused with willingness
She vows to achieve the dreadful task
To translate apocalypse in understanding
To bring the final chapter in a blaze

That spark that shines in her eyes
Will lit the cleansing pyre

As she wrote these meaningful litanies
Each stroke of her hand burned the words
Onto an old flaming papyrus
The beginning of the end was revealed

Roaming about in our puny interests
An undefinable beauty appeared to us
Plunged in this supposed orchestrated folding
Are we now, as her horsemen slaves

...a painting of this encounter
Is immortalized in this very book...

Her, pulling flamboyant strings,
We, channeled into devoted marionettes
Together awaiting Destiny, an exquisite necessity

That spark that shines in her eyes
Will lit the cleansing pyre

As the ignition of our minds
Shall allow a dissolution of Utopia
A comforting breath scorching life
Must cauterize the impure wounds

Her eyes, for sure
Are the cornerstones of destiny
In which massive energies
From the universal void of space and time
Are converged...into our world's last hour

6. The Doomed Message

One must silently resign
But also feel her inner cries
Soaked in this doomed message
Conceived by those who will never be

A voice was born, and made its way
Through the winds of ages,
Growing strong and bold
Reaching our eyes, touching our souls

Was it spawned upon malevolent will
Or from far beyond imagination
Futile is the desire to understand
But so it burns in our profound conscience

" Profane spirits, catch the wind
Be docile and let the disillusion
Overwhelm your aspiration"

"Advised spirits, be infused by melancholy
May your heart be shattered
And be rebuilt by this revelation"

"Enlightened spirits, obey the sacred verses
Inspire its fatality, and eventually"

"Expire the will to not be"

Through the natural elements
A magnificent accumulation of suffering, unchained to deliver the prophecy
Will perform an impressive hymn to Nihil

A fatalistic knowledge will blow, crushing comfortable ignorance
As the words echoes in mind,
Sadly to late to seize the doomed message

For she is the one
Who whispered what was once a thought,
Who speaks what was once a whisper,
And who will yell the truth

On behalf of destiny

7. Closing The Book Of Existence

Listen to what we know is a sacred message
Sent from the echoes of destiny
Surely you barely heard it, but now, listen...

"My Past was once Earth
Land of belonging, land of selfish pride
Land of ancestors, of suffering and perseverance
Rubble now solidified in the bricks
Of the fragile foundation that is myself
That I perceived miserable and pathetic
Although proclaimed by the prophecy
Being the cornerstone of destiny

My Present is Water
Essence of the blood that I spit on these verses
Essence of the blood that was and will be shed
Source of the tears that flow down my face
My present, like Water, is infused by contradiction
Vessel of life, nourishing the thirst for truth and power
Though drowning hopes and aspirations

My Future will be Fire
That spark that shines in my eyes
Will feed the cleansing pyre
That will consume the empirical wrongness
I will be the puppet with the flamboyant strings
The instrument of destiny, an imposed necessity

My Whole is Wind
That I inspire and project with vigor
Beyond the horizons
Transporting a doomed message
That only some enlightened spirits
Will grasp and fear"

For she must close the book of existence
From darkness to the edge of creation