Lost Chapter E.: Sutratma

Escaping the mind cells
Merging the time and travel to places unknown
What the future holds?
Rituals unlocking paths
The paths that (are) leading to the gates
The gates that (are) leading to the future

Transport in time
Our souls elude this world
Rituals, as god commands

Never-ending fear grows for the unknown
Everlasting obsession to seek from (the) past

Holy priests with a divine task
They must escape their flesh
They must protect their god
The god commands
They must ensure his grace
But his fortune seems black
As the mist fades away

Our god will die
This is what future holds
We must trick death
Prepare the pagan spell

Never-ending fear grows for his return
Incinerated God shall rise again

So they shield his grace to the eternal realm
“Shield his power inside, I call upon the black sun’s light
Eternal pyramid of dark, with moon and stars align as one”