Distress - Pestilence

After fading into nothing less

The aging soul falls into distress

The immense emotion of being bodiless

Pushes your awareness to psycho stress

Left in the cold of the emptiness

Never dying is reality

I call upon the creator with many faces

For salvation from this insanity

The great strings of awareness

Create the boundaries of the all

The spheres of consciousness

Keeping out daemons with this wall

Entities familiar and unknown

Speak in tongue to doubt

The earthly now overthrown

To test the soul of it’s devout

Distress—ultradaemons want my soul

Distress—take my astral to control

The nonphysical guides try to protect

From the lower entities

For us to deny and reject

To fulfill our faith and responsibilities