The apostate

[I: Under The Eyes of Serpents]
 New try to catch full breath
 While heart by stone encumbered
 Existence's anguish burns
 And vital force reduced to dust
 Guilt implanted
 Projected thoughts
 But other than one's mind
 They feed upon your weakness
 They grow upon your troth
 Those of pure overwill
 Are always first to combat
 Refined intention's spear
 In dimness lurks that sleepless plague
 Eyes of serpents
 Intently fixed on genuine one's kind
 They catalyse your fear
 They aim straight in your soul
 [II: Transcendental Fusion]
 Into depths of cosmic sacred calm
 I soar
 Reaching for ethereal wisdom's glare
 I share...
 ...Soul of the worlds
 Knowledge to breathe
 Voice of the stars
 Essence supreme
 Taste of the purest force
 [III: Gods Bring You Away From Yourself]
 Unless the day shall come again
 When astral storm will clean the earth
 The myth divine may worm upon your soul
 True awakening'll bring you freedom!
 No salvation from the skies
 Purest nature is the holy
 Gods bring you away from yourself
 Religious madness tainting the world
 Blinded await the messiah
 Crawling in fear, praying for their sins
 Whipped by the visions infernal
 Resident terror dwells in disguise
 Forming a proximate presence
 Only The Ones are able to see
 We are the voice that wake up your will
 Gods bring you away from yourself
 [IV: A Strain From Depths]
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 [V: The Force Dwells Within]
 Strength, not weakness
 A will, not fate
 Pure and fearless
 In depths you'll find yourself
 [VI: And All The Waste Will Fade]
 When sacred rage inside cannot be stemmed
 And free, awakened mind regains it's flame
 World shall see the ultimate blasphemy
 And all the waste'll be damned together
 When mental virus can't prosper
 And dogma's toxins can't befoul your veins
 World shall rise from religious heresy
 And all the waste will fade