The Arcane Treatise Songtext / Lyric

chapter "The first noble truth"
inked in unreadable fonts
an extinct mother-tongue manipulates cognition
a foreign transmittance of soothing senses,
paled nerves
formulating some noble feeling;
something pleasant,
something peaceful
during the apnea of realism.
empowering one's mental duress,
a navigable and willing mind,
controlling the awe of immunity
and dynamism's of tranquility
all perennial when read.