Terraqueous world of simple design There are plans for you yet I, pure mind for body do pine Still crept towards your domain Now soaring there Incorporeal A great thinker he may be Great white beard his badge of wisdom Ideas has he, great beyond what man should see So says me, heed my words or threaten balance Ideas has he, great beyond what man should see Follow smells of narcotic flowers And dryad's burning hair to the sorcerer's lair Here cosmic writs gaze all knowingly Upon the birth of this entity Still soaring there Incorporeal Testing him here Seeing end near Your scrolls that I seek are all I have come for Far ahead of the ages you'd be But I'll stop you premature, I am sure I'm raceless and faceless, these eons never age me Your somnolent conscious and puerile perceptions Must not be awakened No matter am I, I exist to survive What is known I must know and reap all that is sewn An end to power I have so incurred To slow the turn of your weakling world Now I leave on wings of cosmic rays Cold colored quasars' light guides my way Deep, deep space is where I go to learn Here I stay, intelligence for which I burn Deep, deep space is where I go to learn Keep this pace, intelligence for which I yearnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
