Unknown, Unseen, Unnamed, Unimaginable 
You draw circles with the closed ritual
And a tear hidden in your blood 
Allows to grasp the order of your world 

Dead skies' symbols behind you
Shining half - consciously among the words of prayer
They are like cold lips of fallen winged souls 
Still looking for freedom lover - 
Freedom flying towards the skies

This is the secret mass of silence 
Calling non-existence from everywhere
From bleeding heaven and beautiful depths 
Where flowers of death revive once more 

Time spills kisses your hands 
Kisses existing just in unity and harmony 
You descend unto the depths of your thoughts at nights 
Sensing the breath of death and look of her shroud 
Ashes of sin you crushin your hand
So as to walk through the symbolic mirrors 

Know that now you are just a part of the great power 

Death allows to enlighten night 
Allows to worship and die again 
Anxiety and sadness shall rejoin in you
Re-discovering the horizon
In this march you are a well-known target 
In this march you are freedom

Through ascension of death - live 
Through nudity of fog - live 
Through winds of freedom - live 
Through bloody shroud of beauty - live 

In loneliness a spark of your life 
Shall conquer fickleness of time 
Passage to immortal non-existance 

This is the secret mass of silence 
Calling non-existence from everywhere