Beyond the Realms of Dream, That Fleeting Shade Under the Corpus of Vanity Lyrics

To flee this aethyr, dead and accursed, realm of constant torture. Tearing away this veil of ignorance, surpass the boundaries of the flame. Tenuous ego, that feeble brace, endless well of disappointment. Life, and the lustre that consumes it, is the extinguished flame burning secretly as in the furnace from these dark eyes alone. By solemn vision,
bright silver dream, infancy nurtured, constructs the form. Every sight, every sound, creates the impulse, distorts the dream. That solemn vision dried upon our thirsting lips. And we are hung, shapeless bone decayed within the withered skin.