I tread this world devoid of any understanding Consumed by reason I glance with blank eyes as opportunities are laid to waste My touch is unfeeling, destructive, and desolate The chilling fog and frozen moon render no feeling I look to the celestial fields And begin the dissection The stars, whence have they came? Galaxies, the secret to their patterns The universe, my thirst for beginnings and ends Through logical operations, the whole goes unperceived Grace withers and dies, unrealized and unappreciated By metamorphic pupils, surrounded by the Iris of marble Soul rot from within, corrupting my pewter flesh Death Wolves come to consume, unsatisfied by flesh of stone Nature revolts at my pitiful stone carcass Unloved by arms of granite, embraced by the heart of ore Pierced by revelations from Gaia and the Four Winds I embrace mountains, galaxies, flames, and thunder Questions remain But opportunities seized and realized I have become one with the Void Coiled in the roots of Apollo and Dionysius The metamorphic gaze becomes observant and powerful The marble Iris radiates like the sun The stone chips away from hardened flesh Realization permeates inwards, soul resurrection LifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
