What man am I? In the ether before the stroll began What man am I? Still unforeseen was this dead end Upon my trail anticipate Distract from the beauty of sight So very fleeting I would that my eyes see black Cowled robe concealing Till man stepped forward from the pack The plot most grand draws to a close Come now abhorrent subduction sanctified
Pass into nothing Holy demise Sweet relief my prize
The craftsman dwells A mired smock obscures his splendor Selfdom to swell Biding as life's own imperator Cold breath caress the wilted face Beyond this day grasped in skeletal embrace Alone we did enter Alone we withdraw
Crown's glimmer fades With oxidation's stain Throne bends to time Turned casket for the grave Faultless Moirai Drawing next rulers' rise King abdicates Deposed to starless night
These comely three inviting “Follow me to nought indefinitely”
Nonentity Earth's curtain an absurd prelusion Nihility From birth to farce to bleak conclusion Could one yet fathom nonbeing? Soul death: a viewing of our extinction
Conceived pre-will So take the reigns Enjoy the ride Leading to the cliff's edge
Logical perception, the terms of my being Embracive nothingness beyond the unforeseen
[Aaron solo]
Crown's glimmer fades With oxidation's stain Throne bends to time Turned casket for the grave Faultless Moirai Drawing; next rulers rise King abdicates Deposed to starless nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
