Way Home

It’s been a long way
A life as a shadow
In damned humility

To see the stars
Just an evening wish
To become a star
Bound by the duty

To leave one’s own mortal shell of flesh
The renewed self
Free from old dogmas
Wrong mortal

And when you’ve reached the end
You don’t need what once
Made you human
Satan becomes your reflection

Seven cockroaches
Lead you into the light
Once you’ve swallowed six of them
You will see through the eyes of the seventh
And the path will be clear

Find the one rat, whore, witch
She will give you your new name
And she shell become the mother of your children
Then eat her up like her brother
The provisions on your last journey

You’ll have to puke
For seven long years
And thereby acquire the behaviour
Of contempt made flesh
Jump into the stream of decay and human tar
On it’s ground you’ll find the blade
It turns innocence into blood
As it will turn all life into oblivion

When you step out
Look into the mirror
You will behold yourself
And you are free

Flesh and blood to stone
Stone to dust
Dust to rust