Video Desert Temple de The Abbey Fin 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

The Abbey Fin - Desert Temple Lyrics

We have gathered at this holy
Hour of matrimony
In our sacred desert temple
Portal of the Will eternal

8, 6, 7, 9 surround us
Crossroads of the Art and (the) Tower
This is where the magic happens
Drown yourself in (a) womb of satin

Smear the balsam, light the beacon
Earthly chains of sin grow weaker
AS the mouth of naught gets deeper
Only word of sin: restriction

Bed of sands of time forms thicker
Sacred geometric figures
One must sink before he's risen
Drown yourself in bloody kisses

Sleepless dreams of endless creams
Fading out, you will not feel
Anything at all
Anything at all

The soul is a beast that needs to be free
Free from the profane chains
Chains forged in the flames of fear
By little men, tyrants, priests
The soul is an artist, a painter, a poet
The voice that keeps the Cosmos in motion
What is a man who knows not his soul
His beast, the artist, the painter, the poet
The ecstasy of love will free his soul
The unity in Nothing guides him home
Map of this Universe is hidden in a song
A song that is written in geometric forms
Sing the song, we are all chosen ones
Hide from no one but choose to Love
The soul is a beast that needs to be free
So break the profane chains of fear
The soul is an artist, a painter, a poet
The voice that keeps the Cosmos in motion
What is a man who knows not his soul
His beast, the artist, the painter, the poet