Eclipse Of Eschaton Songtext
von Triuwint

Beyond, and behind -
covert is the foundation of mankind′s mind.

Unutterable, cognition unenabled,
shrieking in the thistles, lost without nous,
anthropos, anthropos.

Reduced to the soma,
concealed itself pneuma,
positivism - the blind revolution!

Those who can not see
shall never be free.

So, witness what they have fed:
the upward tramping armies of the dead.

Curtailed is the man,
escaping from his own,
believing just in things
reachable for his tongue.


So disencouraged
to think above the brutish,
interrupt the doxa thoughts,
you are destined to be more - beyond.

You shrieking man of fear,
get yourself betwixt the sphere -
the tension, (the) straining Metaxy!

Perceive the deepest, darkest sea,
where death hits upon infinity.

Reach to the Eschaton of the world of the words.

So, now that all is said:
Play trumpets of silence against the armies of the dead.

And in the resurrection of silence you see:
The transcending, gripping hands
permeate through the verge of the soulish escutcheon!

And then you shall discover
the questions of your heart,
why is there a search of order,
and wherefore yearns my soul for you, my god.

And then you shall discover
the questions of your heart,
why is there a search of order,
and wherefore yearns my soul for you, my god.


This is the Eschaton of my very own pneuma!
It surpassed the positivistic apocalypse at last!

This is revelation of the unutterable!
Enlightened like his kingdom, divine and enabled!

Now, you are taught in the secret ways of the mystical!
Not one sophist has examined this call!
Nor one utopist has this mystery on his lips,
what gnostic totalitarians ever tried to eclipse!