The Kings To Come

Like puny insects without a destination

in the mud of Malkuth these bodies crawl

but our eyes are fixed beyond the horizon

where our sidereal thrones are towering tall

Silent is the call to splendour in man

felt by billions yet indulged by few

inertia and ruin walk hand in hand

in a world that idleness has consumed

Equality is the ruthless slayer of liberty

when those are beheaded that rise above

seemingly desirable it leads to constraint

and all such deception we must renounce

Just as beasts become men so shall kings turn into gods

life by life to slowly ascend towards the sanctum of stars

Ekpyrosis, you may soon swallow us all

but we shall not atone in your fatal flames

for our fate is certain and will so strong

that from your grasp we shall escape

Like puny insects without a destination

in the mud of Malkuth these bodies crawl

but our minds are freed beyond the horizon

where sacred words sound through cosmic halls

That which we yearn with force we're to take

for anything worthy is never handed down

it is the heart and not will that must cave

if you wish to touch the heavens unbound

Only in the abyss true godhood is forged

through sacrifice and pain our passage goes

thus the road to glory remains uncrowded

as the price for this is too great for most

Just as beasts become men so shall kings turn into gods

life by life to slowly ascend towards the sanctum of stars