From Where the Light Springs Lyrics

We have seen a men reaching toward sky,
and we have seen a men turning into dust.
A putrid miscreation with misdirection…
Uselessness of senses, led by rotten mind.
Lambs’ heads are just to be chopped.

The blind, the weak, all this cesspool’s stink!
Your carcass is just a wolf's feast.

For one’s are to be a tree alike;
higher the branches, skyward, toward light
deeper the roots, earthward, into dark.

Portrait that oldest breathing and
may that be a guide for understanding to come!
“The real meaning of enlightenment is
to gaze with undimmed eyes on all darkness.”
— Nikos Kazantzakis

For we are a tree’s alike;
higher the branches, skyward, toward light
deeper the roots, earthward, into dark.