[Hersemann/Malone]



Spiraling reality consumes itself

Pushing in directions once ignored

Knowing nothing until death is dealt

Then you will rely on what was stored...

Your spirit now unshackled from its shell

Now free to observe that which was lost

More new knowledge than you can retain

Rewards in all this far beyond the cost...

Glide...

Glide upon wings of death

Soar...

To heights unwitnessed by mortal man

Hear...

The lamentations of unrested souls

Smell...

The sulphorous smoke that follows you into death

Alight...

And view the planes of the underworld!!

Now you have seen the hereafter

Burned out eyes just empty orbs

Endless searching for something not there

Just wandering on Styx's shores

Lifelong quest for your enlightenment

Now your spirit has its due

Bleeding blisters cover your feet

Now your search for God is through.