Ophanim from Echelon by Gravenchalice

Though one need not be filled with fear who can resist trembling?
Even we quake whilst bearing the presence of the Almighty
Our sight, scattered upon the wheels, ever suffering infinity
A wonder too great to utter in word or silence
Where He abides, so doth we
Nothing unfamiliar
Nothing unfamiliar
Thy will, my burden
His love, His malice
I deliver unto mankind

Wheels upon wheels grinding the surface of creation
Calcined scars, the trough of our tracks
Which every aspiration to bliss must climb
Bleeding their knuckles on the edge like basalt
Tormented yet inspired by the shade of His palanquin
The throne we propel without delay

Narrow remains the way and the truth and the life
Cyclic prisons madden and the ouroboros groans fatigued
Disguising clarity in garments of nauseating clamor
Agitating the abscess of vanity and vexation of every living thing
Scenes on repeat

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