Mournful Congregation - Heads Bowed lyrics

...Heads Bowed... A moment of bitterness overcomes me The object is there but I am not ready The spirits are whispering waiting to engulf me Mesmerising chimes distant and abstracted ...The Descent... I enhance the object of stone, a statue Concentrating my mind on this point Rising towards the spirits, the chimes intensify I am following the quabalistic tree ...Oblivion... The endless images of forthcoming tranquility Prosperity is mine as I inhabit the skies Day is night and time is nonexistent I am not in my own forever...