Through the fields of scars and wounds
Shining with dim light of non-existence
What tranquillity!
What sweet peace!
What inward serenity!
What supreme felicity!
An earnest of bliss!
To reach beyond the web of spiritual deceit
That mankind has been weaving for millennia
And face the most horrible truth of all
Every single dream… shattered, trampled and lost
Every single word… silenced forever and evermore
Descent! Regress into prime, hideous, beautiful…
Descent! Regress into prime, hideous, beautiful nothingness
Mdłości I was written by Mikołaj Żentara.