Horizon of the Mute - The Mass Lyrics

This is a shrine to practice with gifts
A temple of worship - damnation and re-birth!
A centre of attention, a place of prominence
Seeking salvation in darkness and death
Dwelling in time that never ends
All seeing spirit appearing to none
Within one - within and through!
Endless rites of passage

I do not ask any mercy on me, this is a path according to my will
Reaching out to the high above
Into the abyss I shall explore

Let the silence rule the world. Let it whisper in your thoughts
The word does not come spoken - never it is heard
It is eternally concealed, a codex not to be preached
Never received in an audience - never comes the silent!

Solemn blessings to all!
Out of the absence you shall crawl!

I do not ask any mercy on me, this is a path according to my will
Reaching out to the high above
Into the abyss I shall explore