Impure Black Enlightenment Songtext
von Obscura Qalma

I am, my self, maker of all my failures
In this misstep of evolution
While longing for an ecstatic dimension
The swamp is created by my attempts

The same that binds me every single time
And anchors me here

Mediocrity drinking from the cup of pain
The latest flash of a sad consciousness
Keeping the soul calm, satisfied, obsolete
A drafted path, always about to fall

Knowledge instilled the idea of vertigo
The awareness of downfall in human minds


Widening perspectives of the knowable
Creates a gap, the consistency of a web
The need for creation
Contempt will be your fellow in solitude
Judge and avenger of your own law

Burn in your own flame
Your heretic fire
Burn hopes forever in rivers of black blood
Raping portals of time

Take for granted the open gates of enlightenment and justice
And it will follow you lame

Between fairness and black widows
I bring the sermon of death
I am the failure of my makings