Marthyr Lyrics

Marthyr

The last piece of mellow shrivels
unpercieved in the shell of the maybug.
A gray, sweet smell travels
like a blooming flower at the first streak of dawn.

This mellow is like our dead thirst -
To meet what is beyound the walls.
Using the senses as destined,
not as learnt from the blinds.

Witness the true light,
Be the test of the unknowable
The only proof will be ourselves,
Those who stay cannot concieve.

To see the essence,
that is out of sight
To see the subsistence
- Ratio legis

Rambling aught in haze we are - sloughed flakes of existence
It is a matter of which we lie about - What is life for?

Ratio legis-
Marthyr of another sight.

Martyr, sway.