In the beginning of eternity, to the end of time and space.

The beginning of every end, and the end of every place. 

 

On the shoulder of the Atlas we rely;

Forever doomed between the Earth and skies 

Inhospitality: His demise 

 

So here I sit and see, 

The world puts on a show for me

 Where greater parts do exceed

Where countless millennia only seem

A single breath in each scene

 

For God finds many lost souls and keeps few

Heaven lets you make sense of your yesterdays

and we found with each new stage, vanity was rotting away. 

 

We as people have multiple dimensions, 

some so secret we lock in our minds, 

away from all including our own eyes.

I try to find the combination to unlock the vault of my secret dimensions. 

The result is Angels with Filthy Intensions.

 

Our journey here leads to far away from Heaven and this leads to our dismay

And many don't follow the words that lead to The Gates of Heaven.

Concerning that day and hour nobody knows, 

neither the angels of heaven nor the Son,

but only the Father.