This is the archetype that pre-exists the man   Evil is an inner voice that transcends the life's principle   It is shameful and sharp, but secretly desired   Don't resist the charm of evil, let fire burn bright,   obscure and contradictory form of bliss and lust   It lives in our heart, but awfully beyond us.   Death is certain but its time is a mystery forever unknown   Every drop of my tears is eternal, death is eternal,   it's the evidence of everything's end and corruption   Suffering is pain, don't mistake it for ache   Ache is consciousness, everlasting expiation.   You can't defend yourself from the void nothing   Lunacy is a false cure to mask emptiness   Existence is tragic 'cause we begin to see   the dawn only when darkness falls   We have been called to live in the name of archaic myths   To refuse them is like to fly with no fear to sink   Into the eternal and primordial sleep   To sink into the earth's secret heart   We have been given a mask to lay upon our face   to throw off it is like to feast with no fear to drink   at the sacred source, to eat forbidden fruits,   to learn the mysteries   Of fire, of water, of human souls, of our destiny   The throb is dying out in a vibrating echo   Cosmic memories protect us from the chaos   Choices cannot be erased, neither by mind.