Desolate Shrine - Desolate Shrine

If you would listen to this silence

You could obtain keys to a new sense

A sight with explore your darkness

Without eyes, without light

In this ritual at desolate shrine

You hear no words, no prayers

This is the ritual of silence

The gateway to utter blackness

In front of pure nothingness

Man shivers like autumn leaves

Without the rhythm of life he is withering away

In front of the all-piercing eye

Naked behind his wall of flesh

Lack of safety and comfort

H is vanishing within himself

In this ritual at desolate shrin

You hear no words, no prayers

This is the ritual of silence

The gateway to utter blackness

In a dangerous meeting

With yourself in the abyss

Under the layers of chaos you are the will of god

Eye to an eye with a stranger you both raise your daggers

In the name of Satan

You become one

In this ritual at desolate shrine

You speak no words, you pray not

It is the womb of silence where you die and born again

And you see them now

Explorer of your darkness

The keys in your hands

A new world opens

ONE OF CHAOS

WITHIN CHAOS