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Opus Dementiae - Per Speculum et in Aenigmate,
Sophia breaths for the first time…
She sees, she feels - her creed, her belief
Heaven and hell married in her breast
No one before her - No one after her
No one carries her steps above the heavens
Sophia falls…
A smile on her lips - She sees all clear for the first time in life
Her pride, her care - Virtues forgotten in the age of the Feeble One
I see the wings of her blind eagle flying high above the skies
I see her deaf snake crawling in the deepest depth of the earth
Sophia’s fall
Entangled in memories her chant remains unsung
No ear is born to hear such kind of golden ambrosia
The priest of Gomorrah blessed the sinner of a burning Sodom
In the night when Sophia was damned by the same hand
Blood falls down
She falls down
She opens her arms - Her truth is burning deep inside her eyes
She feels no fear - She’s blinded by the light of an age coming next to her
If you could only see the gate she’s opened in front of this pale night
If you could only see Icarus for the first time flying high
Bride of your fate, searching for flesh
Someone holds the key, someone never rests
The drape of finiteness caught the morrow’s end
In front of naked Sophia even history finds its end
All the colours of transparency - could pure spirit be dressed in flesh?
All the colours of emptiness - could pure spirit be less than mad?
All the colours of transparency - could pure spirit be dressed in flesh?
All the colours of emptiness - could pure spirit be less than mud?
