Archaic Correspondence - Dimmu Borgir

Dead at nothing

Alive at everything

You travel time

And time travels you

As withing so without

As above so below

When we set sail

Energy is our procession

The journey inward repeats

The horizon is our destination

Life is the trial

And the passage is death

Storming through oblivion

Life is a trial

And the passage is death

Storming through the veil

The transition from internal life

Repressed and unseen

Forgotten

Lurking in the shadow of your mind

Losing yourself is the key

To leave everything behind

Losing yourself is the key

The shadows become our past

The migration of the soul

Picks up where it leaves the flesh

And enters the finish line

Sustained through another time

Life is the trial

And the passage is death

Storming through oblivion

Life is a trial

And the passage is death

Storming through the veil

As withing so without

As above so below