Tear Down Your Walls

Who are you, man?

Walking on this earth of misery

Condemned to vain existence, following low things.

The truly

Grand surrounds you, though it never reaches you

As you are a prisoner of your poor knowledge.

Who is it to redeem you?

This invisible figure,

The ruler of your dreams?

Whose help do you implore when your horizon is not enough?

Is it God?

You find yourself enclosed in this room

From which there is no way out.

There is no door that opens to your knocking

But a drawbridge that closes in front of you.

Your inner self is hidden behind walls,

The cold walls of your inner self

Shielding you from the outer world.

You determine the point of time,

At which you open yourself to this present world,

At which you allow contact by weak media -

Through your senses, that deceive you.

You see the dawn but true light never reaches you,

You sense warmth but you are

Surrounded by frost.

The Serpent, the

Evil, the

Lord of Darkness

Reawakens and leads the way.

Secret knowledge, forgotten over milennia,

Discloses itself to you, tears down your walls.

You receive strength but not from within yourself.

It is the contrast between darkness and light.

A dark access to the

Gateway to the

Underworld

Opens within the fires of

Re, That donate you light to honour the

Sun: The passage to a new

Kingdom is created.