Sons of Fire & Brimstone Levitate!

Levitate my fellow brethren, retract from oblivion
Search for the light into darkness, Carpe Vitam
Live through dying, separate thy selves
From the mundane throes existence bears
Follow me in the cave
Where flesh and conventions are slowly withering
In a melting pot of human needs
An amorphous mass of flesh, bones and feelings
Veritas est adaequatio rei et intellectus

Desеrt funeral for the credulous
Alas, your faith appеars to dry out
Abruptly falling into the trench of your death
In blindness!
"Thou conscience, holy terror and necessity
Shall possess the son of faustus
And will oppress him for as long as he lives."
Existing without living

Existential cancer, ontological oblivion
Absorbed by goals and petty aspirations
Inside the brown fog of a winter dawn
Armies of rolling coffins marching
Under the pale rays of the sun
In a wasteland
Death is reaping the living as they're laughing