Like the haunting chants and prayers
To which I've never listened
Thou shalt no longer live in chains
Or ever be imprisoned
Ease my always throbbing heart
I shall no longer falter
As pupae to imagines1
All images must alter
Let thy glory shine on me
Disperse my obfuscation
Hide thy essence in myself
I need assimilation
Stream thyself into my soul
And flood it with thy yearning
Pour thy soul into my shell
Erase my restless burning
[x 2:]
I hear voices of a stranger
I hear voices of a stranger
I hear voices of a stranger
I hear voices in my head, echoing
1. Latin for "images" or also in the sense of "ghosts, apparitions"