Again. Feel the death of ages inside of me As the weight of an Overwhelming heritage. Father, look through me As I immerse my hands To your ashes. Am I cursed Or am I blessed? Where and when Lies the source of all my fears? Am I cursed Or am I blessed? Where and when Lies the source of all my fears? Am I cursed Or am I blessed? Where and when Lies the source of all my fears? My eyes roll white And I look back 'Till the day I will face The megaloceros. Again. I am nothing But the last step On the transformation of the self. The blacksmith forges a new shackle In the ongoing chain. I will transcend as long As I carry the memories of The extinct. I will transcend Alchemy of the spirit. Dark matter flows To the primal ocean Ahere we were not but one. As I was before my birth I will be after my death. The hammer will sound Until the lineage is extinct.