Near the Bottomless Precipice I Stand Lyrics

Every line has a shadow.
Thus preached the Creator of disasters.
The one who refused to saw the Death in front of him
And led the way to the higher spheres.
And you, a useless and awful ornament,
Into the horrible mouth you fall,
With your body consumed by the Void in the sky.

My feet bear the weight of my fears
And all my senses tell me to turn back.
But our Lifes rime with futility
And we look at the sun in order to burn our eyes.
In the Firmament,
All the cups are pouring their wrath upon us,
All temples must collapse on their altars
And this delightful tragedy will erase all perverted particules.
The fiery rays that come from the Center
Blaze the thin layers of Life.

Every road has an end.
Thus spoke the ninth Unknown.
The one who saw the pile of corpses
And became the keeper of the worst secrets.
And me, a failing and broken tool,
Near the bottomless precipice I stand
With my mind focused on the starless horizon.

But the sweet chants resonate
And I see a world hidden behind the opaque fog.
At a certain point,
All Gods are supposed to fall from their Heavens,
And this descent will sound like a mellow cataclysm.