Absent Tribulation

Endless winds,
tears relentlessly at the summit
Awaiting our arrival,
its megalithic stature is towering infinitely

Towards the celestial sphere,
onwards we strive,
to the uttermost and final rest

Ravishing lies
Rore at our minds
Purged and gone

Awaiting the truth
Free from deceit
To be revealed

Towards the celestial sphere,
Onwards we strive,
to the uttermost and final rest

"Our minds are clear,
Our hearts are at peace
Our serenity beckons the end."

Our minds are clear,
Our hearts are at peace
Our serenity beckons the end.
Faith is to no avail
Hope is for the weakened minds,
of the followers of God.

From beyond the snow covered pathway
from the forest, from the depths
There, in the shades of forgottenness,
in the pages long witherered and torn
lies the rubicon of unmitigated truth

The rapture that never came
and the absent tribulation
forces us to heed the archaic ways
and stipulate our true end as one.