The Antichrist's Philosophy

Beyond the window of your thoughts

from deepest shadows of the waste swamps

by the eyes of whitebeard to the espied space,

oasis of silence, that crystal beauty of solitude, I gaze

I am an opened book, mind including of all

a desire fleshed in knowledge

An uncovered spring accessible to each

Majestic shrine so distant for that who don't see

Not everybody can enter to the hall of infrequent

where is allowed to peer into itself

Profoundness is denied to the blind

can't be understood without the self-belief

In your weakness you're seeking the god

The cause of your spiritual torments is material

Don't willing to see, don't want to hear

You're vain and I despise with ye

The gates are agape opened

Is permitted to come in who opens the eyes

Finished will be roaming on the wrong paths

I am an uncovered spring accessible to each

Majestic shrine so distant for that who don't see

I won't weep for your blindness

I am the one that will forgive myself

Not everybody can enter to the hall of infrequent

where is allowed to peer into itself

Thanks to Sergey Berejnoy for sending this lyrics.