The fractured light, Burning so bright, A glorious sight Trembling hands reach and grasp the star To colors that bled, Heavenly dreams fed, The blood of the dead The day came, and thunder reigned a world afar
A dawnless sky nailed to the wall, Beckoned black upon the night's wing, For the pain of all to transcend The fractured beauty of a dreamscape, Expanding ever onwards, From the palm of my blistered hands
A spectral gale, From echoing pale, I bid them to fail, All past lay dead, weeping before me When silence spoke, My hatred awoke, Beneath night's cloak A vision cast to the stirring past, awakening
We, outcasts of the weeping sun Voyaging beyond carnality, Into the spectrum of destiny In the last breath of a dying mother, Rusted shackles crumbled away, Beckoning us to stars that gleam, and sing, in once forlorn dreams The struggles that once defined us, Are but a wisp of spreading dust, In the vast, black oceans of tomorrow
In solitude, revelation viewed, Without faith to delude The shattered mirror hatefully stares back Earthborn son, the final one, Thy will be undone To light this inner flame that thirsts to consume faith
Ignorance has wrought their joy, So saccharine it's deception, Beckoning it's slaves back, Into the void of a lie's conception In revelation-bound frenzy, The waters shroud my feet To journey forth and grasp truth, Before me, bidding life to fleetTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
