So long in the obscure, wading through giant deities, choosing sides Intuition buried by "Gods" - the silent rulers. They are the mad ones Oh what a mock-up I am here I am the first origin, shattering the veil To be immersed in the All is such a virtue Neither one, neither man nor God Seven angels on my back whispered secrets of the Six-tusked white beast in the shrine where I Manifest the true state of no mind I am the last sovereign brother of Dhyana This is my calm. I renounce pleasures of the material So you are as I, oh so surely shapeless warrior Messiah of the Still May all my light devour this mirage I'm nothing but the All Yearn Learn