March of Spiritu (Rise of Sheol)

Nothingness, absolute dissolution
The crossing made aeons ago
Eternal and bleak involution
Rephaims we timelessly flow
Shadows of Sheol, sublimate
Universal presence, Nihil endured
Deprivation of serenity
With hollow eyes we gaze
Overconscious, mystic insanity
Sets the shadows ablaze
Can we open the shutters of daze?
Samsaric wheel stopped turning
To relief forth they march
Etheric substance burning
Bleak burning, of rephaims starch