The Archetype Lyrics

Energy follows thought like hounds chasing their prey
As liberation comprehends the cloister with tied hands

I've seen entities your tongues couldn't even interpret
An arcane, the third one, dressed in gold at the third hour, darning my eyes
Leading to a dreary night so clear as daylight
Building bridges between the horrible and perfection

Showing me passages through endless labyrinths
Where the fathomless eye would guide my trail
A limbic resonance makes us one only
Death, the flaming sword and the black dragon

Leaving traces of an essence with no context, but reigning
I am the spirit of a descendant fire, transcendental paragon!
They call me with their trisagious chant a thousand oracles.
The shadows forthcoming the divine archetype!