Mournful Congregation - The Monad of Creation

Funeral Doom Metal The Monad of Creation 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 grasp the tide of nothingness Stars appear nowhere, their existance paralleled The symbol of life and death The totem of something lost Between manvantara and pralaya The monad of creation The pendant of thy being A concept of illusion Not everything is seen.
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