Enslaved since birth Shackled by the linear With heavy, axiomatic chains Withering away existence from reality Exposing a decrepit vacuum Rendering the beholder Vectorless Crippled Suffocating in pungent miasma In subservience mangled Bound and tethered by the ropes of frail mortality Flames dimmed, doused by celestial torrents Sky waging war on the earth An endless cycle of crushing divinity and uplifting sacrilege The truth eroding from the hordes of waves Every current thrashing it mercilessly Yielding a distorted perspective Marring perception, deformed by the reverberations of hollow existence Fixation on pieces, grand design obscured The Mind hungering for more than the piece The Body refuses sustenance until the goal is perceived The Spirit, still relentless in its pursuit of the grand design Exceeding the primitive threshold Eyes liquefying and darkness invades the mind The Body begins to decay, the goal unperceived Determination of the Spirit is fading; secrets of the grand design are escaping The mind starves, for the individual pieces yield nothing The splendid rose of reality withered away… Until the shackles began to rust, the nonlinear prevailing Existence flourishes in the soils of reality Revealing the journey The miasma dispelled As the ropes rot through and allow transcendence Flames igniting, the celestial torrents cease Sky at peace with earth Divinity and sacrilege reach the state of equilibrium Form taking shape through erosion And visions are cast towards revelations Reason and beauty in ethereal marriage No longer crippled Indeed, this is where the masters cultivate! Countless processions through a mighty forest
Realization piercing the mountain mists Dialogue forming comprehension The forging of truth Portions of eternity coagulating into design Memetic flow through conduits Each interlocking in eternal sustenance From learning and transcendence The grand exchange Forming the monolith Erupting into sight Slowly ascending the oceans depths Overwhelming hollow existence Injecting substance into shells until they explode Illuminating the celestial realms Creating space for the heroes of a new age The overseer of all that is to be brought forth The restorer of honour and the creator of value The symbol of power The life-force that will course through veins That will liken glory and hardship to heart and sword-arm An everlasting testament to those that cower not from mountain or ocean To those that rise and embrace storm and tidal wave as kin Acknowledging the soil and cloud as mother and father Worshipping cycles of life and death, pain and pleasure Then storming into battle Breaking the bonds Sustenance avails, yet never to ceasing the hunger Calmness descends, but never to stagnate Ever driven in pulsing lucidity Currents and waves cannot erode the monolith Every crash of thunder: its’ clarion call of victory A roar of assertion Winds and torrents will never douse this flame They are its’ sustenance!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
