The Temple of Knowledge Songtext
von Serocs

Clouding the towers above
Towering above clouded eyes
A circle of words, worming around oblivion
It preserves light, it engulfs fears
Absorbing all shades, blinding the beholder

Yet no hand reaches for the sky
No sight colors the ashes

Scattered under layers of dust,
An excess of flesh pollutes the creed
As the fables of times immemorial pile
We see no end to the scribe′s endeavor

A senseless lore shall be the death of the absurd man
Devoid of devices but a deviant mill
Through which no river flows

Leaking with flies
The tower grows

With obtuse minds and comforting shelters
The fog does not obstruct
It balms the wandering of lost souls


And below lie plebeians quenched with diversions
Never to notice the might
Never to mourn the confusion
Never to notice the might

A flock of precepts
Swarming in front of fools
Their timeless truths
Boiling to exhaustion

Bathing in doctrine
Sunned to certainty
Even the fool may question the meaning
Of blurred wisdom

Axioms rotting in jewel coffins
Once enlightened by pristine purity
A burden to decipher
An ennui to cherish

But look through the ivory
Don't you see this shapeshifting temple?
With heights evermore tragic
Is the distance concealing you beneath?