Between the grey pillars of conscience the path to truth narrows
The burden of Aksios leaking through open wounds

Lo and behold: the finely crafted
Precise mechanism of sheep and scapegoat
Relative within the borders of universal logic
Collective confidence in moral permanency

The lowest common denominator is crowned
Standpoints are chosen over general reason
Stars allocated to every man and woman
Fair measure of futile love and will

Fortresses of blissful unconsciousness
Anywhere between Aquinas and Descartes

Blazing a trail as shown, as told, over the exact same traces
Crawling in circles with face in dirt and spirit skyhigh

The destroyer of hope. King of rust and wreck
Contract & detract
Harbinger of havoc. Wreaker of rule
Truth becomes lie and lie becomes truth

Here, in fact, we may be in the presence of one of the most necessary of all Devils:
The Ecumenical Unifier, champion of all efforts to remove invidious distinctions
Between nature and nurture, body and spirit, interdiction and impulse, time and
Eternity, individual and community, male and female, Hell and Heaven-and
Ultimately, of course, between man and God

Z ostrzem Solipsis w uniesionej dłoni
Z pieśną Hybris na zakrwawionych ustach
U perłowych bram - na spotkanie Rodzajowi!

Poza skrajem
Po przeciwnej stronie ja

W każdej kropli jadu, w każdej strudze śsliny jestem
Ja - jestem

Nada, groza, nada
Groza, nada, groza
Hail nothing full of nothing
Nothing is with thee

Pożerając, depcząc splendor legionów
Po gruzach Znanego, po ścierwie Porządku
Po ścieżkach krętych i stopniach stromych
Niesony dziką, zimną żądzą Zwątipenia

Now I am become death
Crawling, slithering along the edge
Shattered splinters, frozen in an eruption of light

Craving for stench of divine rot
Scratching the bare core of hideous truth
Wherewith shall it be received
When the soules precious vessel lies ruined and lost?

Now I am become death
Pierced by those signals of transcendence
Right at the 5 minutes of salvation

The bitter blood of the Lamb
Shattered grace. Ashen virtue
The horror. The horror
A precious jewel of His making

And as the light embraces the wanderer
As knees bend as thought is obliterated
With the very moment that resistance has ceased
Now, I am become death, the enemy of man

The valley of judg'ment. The forest of olde
Where'd come the dread presence, so knowne afore?

Thou, who hath risen the oracle of lyes
Hast thou witnes'd a shepherd feed on his flocke?

The virtues of loss. The hymnes of decay
Dost thou have faith now, o dearest friend?

And dost thou now doubt Truth to be a liar
Or dost thou doubt Lie in thy promythian rage?

Whence came thine yoke of grande tradition
Hast thou not seen the structure clear?

A quenchlesse fire, a nest of trembling feare
A path that leads to perill, sorrow and despaire

Alas, 'tis the world without end