The spirits are bound In a portrait of mind Arrested ebb and flow And the story so far The loss of style and form Shapes distort, patterns dissolve All rage and elation pushed towards then off the edge
I believe in solace I accept meaninglessness I believe in blindness And I embrace the emptiness
The tower of cosmic nihility The farseeing eye that reveals We may wander Lost in its light The cosmic horror empowers me An escape from my need to believe I stare into the vast cold void to conquer
The silvery light, the prospect of attaining Of returning Eludes the feeble grasp of hope This dour and slavish pace Through infinite bewildering starry mists And blackness that lifts the burden of will off our handsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
