To the Garish Remembrance of Failure - Minsk

Lifeless shells dance to the rhythm of the ego

Forced into freedom while blind to its wisdom

The monoliths scream emptiness, no power held within

Extract the wrath, the spectre of not fit to be

Chasing a never ending ending, neglecting the now

Lifeless shells dance to the rhythm of the ego

A seething retreating

Left to rot in the nether, rejecting the never

Monoliths scream emptiness, no power held within

You have not arrived, and you are blind

The stream hidden ‘neath the rose, hidden ‘neath the hollowed oak

Winds carry the dust of fossilized dreams

But they are blind

The child of the union, the lesser stone

Leaving the inner eye to guide, regret we leave you to die

Be not blind

Extract the wrath, the spectre of not fit to be

At the foot of the hill, a sacrifice made

To the garish remembrance of failure

White to green, peel away the sterile sheen

Blessed separation, the ending of the masquerade