Lost Chapter E.: Sutratma

Escaping the mind cells
Merging the time and travel to places unknown
What the future holds?
Rituals unlocking paths
The paths that (are) leading to the gates
The gates that (are) leading to the future
Transport in time
Our souls elude this world
Rituals, as god commands
Never-ending fear grows for the unknown
Everlasting obsession to seek from (the) past
Holy priests with a divine task
They must escape their flesh
They must protect their god
The god commands
They must ensure his grace
But his fortune seems black
As the mist fades away
Our god will die
This is what future holds
We must trick death
Prepare the pagan spell