Cosmogony piosenki

Molded by millions, inborn design, transmigration in unbroken trance, trapped in this body, entering the flesh again, coming out the incorporal in living ways. My soul is displaced away from the source, subverted by grief and corporal scourge, existence...

Emptied zygote, half transformed, it became the earth bellow. And its upper half transmuted and became the sky above. From it's semen the sun was made, Spectrum Solis: light of day. From the tit's milk the moon was formed, utter darkness to gleam on wo...