Utpāda Lyrics

"The Existing should vanish," – as said by the Abyss to us. But is it possible to comprehend the cause of the colossal tragedy having drained from the source of wisdom while being limited by own nature? One would have to go through the purge by Death, which grants with vision, depriving of the opportunity to go back. All the twisted dimensions rest anticipating the hour when they can reveal themselves, to merge even greater order into Chaos, creating worlds and memory clusters. That is how time, space and banefulness manifested themselves. A preposterous fortuity that is being extolled by thinking conscience as a global design of an architect of the universe. Essentially, having doubted for a brief moment in his own perfection of Absence. Where the manifestation expands its spaces, pernicious spores are disfiguring royal sublimity of Non-existence. The worst scenario of the course of events was taken for the greatest of all good. That was the first hour of the Origin. And it was blind and useless.