The Monad of Creation - Mournful Congregation

Sun of midnight, burn, flicker, dance with thee

Flaming soul of purity, burn, unite with thy oracle

Beautiful scent of everdark melodies

Cascading thy heavenly fruit

A drop of water descends, becoming thy body

The monad of all elementals

The womb of the eternal

The seed of the grand oak

To become again, once nature sought

Return the way we came, yet to tread a seperate path

Is to become, again, eternal

Only in spirit shall I grip the tide of nothingness

Stars appear nowhere, their existance parralleled

The symbol of life and death

The totem of something lost

Between mapuantara and pralaya

The monad of creation

The pendont of thy being

A concept f illusion

Not everything is seen