The Bitter Veils of Solemnity - Mournful Congregation

Crystal elixir, laps at far distant shores

Pastel-grey plumes, lick at mountainous peaks

Oceanic depths swell is disrupt

Sands from long lost age, upheave restlessly

Pain, its grey hues permeate cosmos

Divine hierarchies cry piteous bellows

Stand Witness to sorrow, stand witness to pain

Bitter are the veils, and solemn the oath

Does gnosis seek man, or does man seek gnosis

Few shall peer beyond the veils

When materia proceeds to melt away