Turn the page
The time has come
To burn the age
Of thy holy one!
We'll build our
Temples on pristine soil
Where minds got tortured
I cure my heart and soul
Once the first bell tolls
I leave the realms of consciousness
My hands on glowing coals
Immersed in endlessness
Praise, adore, obey!
Enter the one you
Used to be!
In a trance-like state we're
Roaming through the tides of time
Detached from the past, delivered
From bygone crimes!
This end means freedom
This end has opened the gates
Our kingdom come, our kingdom awaits!
Once the last bell tolls
I hear the call of consciousness
I'm not the same anymore
Not the same anymore!