“Now we must leave you” she said Scattering their perch to float like Leaves that retreat onward past The horizons captive visions Vanished into dispersions Projecting into bleak excursion Cyrix walks among the cracks of this decimated land
Sands of wasted monuments like pillars of the dead Sheathing and cracking The sun beat desert floor an diamond crested sky With stone hands peeling back
Carriers of times anomaly Breaking apart and realigning
This desert is an hourglass Its sands fall through holes in the double helix Crystalline grains pour upon the monuments Only building them ever higher
Sucking dry the life force inertia On for miles in baked clay silence
Into the distance peering the sight of the desert The dead landscape lurching to a halt infinitely
Destination is a penance for a journeys perjury A sight is seen inside a forming myriad of deadening On into the infinite they reach into a sea of depth Draping massive curtains blowing red into the dragons breath They reach into the sky hanging From celestial vines guiding
Carriers of times anomaly Breaking apart and realigning Shining through eternity
This desert is the hourglass Its sands fall through holes in the double helix Crystalline grains pour upon the monuments Only building them ever higher This desert is times final staircase Nothing escapes the grasp of its ruin Onward treading into the withering fade We all march here eventually
Take hold Cyrix Behind drape curtains Lies the one immutable center
Now invoked Skies open Fall inside Go withinTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
