Temples -

Turn

The page

The time has come

To burn

The age

Of thy holy one!

We’ll build our temples

On pristine soil

Where minds got tortured

I cure my heart and soul!

Once the frst bell tolls

I leave the realms of consciousness

My hands on glowing coals

Immersed in endlessness

Praise

Adore

Obey!

Inter

The one

You used to be!

In a trance-like state

We’re roaming through the tides of time

Detached from the past

Delivered from bygone crimes!

This end means freedom

This end has opened the gates

Our kingdom come

Our kingdom awaits!

Once the last bell tolls

I hear the call of consciousness

I’m not the same anymore

…not the same anymore!