The Inner Vortex

In the mirror appears the man I call me
But this reflection makes no sense
To be means to fall into the misery of Flesh
Yet the call of nothingness brings no solution
Tired to live, yet not wishing anything else
I feel sick of my own existence
Today rises a scream I once buried within my guts.

Wandering, going in circles
I'm doomed to this pathetic weakness:
The howling within keeps silent.

Constraind to limits flesh and spirit can't stand
Bound to the Angel when the Beast arises
My mind's a blazing maelstöm
Where matter and ether are torn.

Stuck to existence
Like a spider on the mirror surface
I climb a crystal mountain
Reflecting icons in rags
Echos of reality.

Wandering, going in circles
I'm doomed to this pathetic weakness
And swallow my screams until
I'm suffocated.

Whirling...
Wandering...

When grows the inner storm
With blazing razors of ice.

When grows the inner storm
With blazing razors of ice
When the flesh turns into a hurricane
Drowns into the lake of fire
When even the soul is frozen
Then lead to self-ignition
The smallest word sinks in a white silence
With a burning noise of terror
white silence
A vanishing mind is calling
De profundis... ad lucem.

Oh...
Captive in the black hole's center
Motionless exile
Lost in the eye of the inner vortex
Consciousness is scattered into dust.

Captive in the black hole's center!

Have I been possessed by an outer god
And chained in the kingdom of Hades
It might be the time to ride the tiger
And conquer the darkest places
Am I doomed to feed the grind
The whirling chaos with my own blood
And sacrifice my own consciousness
On the altar of chtonian demons.

Captive in the black hole's center...
Motionless exile
Lost in the eye of the inner vortex
Consciousness is scattered into dust.