Archaic Correspondence

Dead at nothing Alive at everything You travel time And time travels you As withing so without As above so below When we set sail Energy is our procession The journey inward repeats The horizon is our destination Life is the trial And the passage is death Storming through oblivion Life is a trial And the passage is death Storming through the veil The transition from internal life Repressed and unseen Forgotten Lurking in the shadow of your mind Losing yourself is the key To leave everything behind Losing yourself is the key The shadows become our past The migration of the soul Picks up where it leaves the flesh And enters the finish line Sustained through another time Life is the trial And the passage is death Storming through oblivion Life is a trial And the passage is death Storming through the veil As withing so without As above so below