I beheld the world Through a narrow slit From a dusty floor That overlooks the scene
I was the misshapen ghost, Whom history shuns, Confined to the shadows, Hidden from the bright suns
But the white star in the prima materia took shape, In the canvas of the cosmos, a divine drape for the lonely souls
Polymorphia Borrows from the almighty nature Its original enigma, Its magical structure
Polymorphia In the laboratory Feel the magma That brings forth the majesty
The gales swept over the rafters, The ruins bestowed the sky, Letting the sunrays enter Making matter volatile
The darkness became a friend, For it no longer bit nor gnawed, The hurting wolf was tamed, Glorious, beneath the moon's laud
Archetypes of ancient scenes, Emerging from my empathy, I understand in you the mysteries, That write the pages of myth
But the white star in the prima materia took shape, In the canvas of the cosmos, a divine drape for the lonely souls
Polymorphia Borrows from the almighty nature Its original enigma, Its magical structure
Polymorphia In the laboratory Feel the magma That brings forth the majestyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
