"Paint me as a dead soul

The flesh, the image, the reflection



There is a flame untamed

Deep in my heart

Unyielding, pure Ain Soph

'tis measureless

Our right divine:



Aspire to all horizons

To seek nature ov things

Retreat within yourself

To find the primal breath



Slaves ov the dead gods

Martyrs ov the falsehood

Your life is death now

Engulfed by the wake ov a million years



To perceive means to know

To possess means to deny

Concealed within deaths vaults

Pure vibration lies

Nitya-samsarins

Travel to the house ov empty words

Am-Heh! devour their hearts!



Slaves ov the dead gods

Martyrs ov the falsehood

Your life is death now

Engulfed by the wake ov a million years



Jerusalem is falling!

Falling! falling!

Jerusalem is falling!

Yerushalaim nehereset!