I drove down the social spirals Towards inferior eternities Still Clutching the ideal- The masks of fabled greatness Men like gods? Humankind is insignificance Personified
Memories fade Burned to death by futurity Legacies vanish Consumed by worms What is a drop to the storm that bursts it? Meaningless wretch of the womb that birthed it
My spiral dance complete I hail the rushing earth
Ophiuchus...
Men like gods (you are weak) Hail the rushing earth Spiral dance complete Hail the rushing earth
The inexorable conquest- I stare at my cremation Its yearning, cleansing flames As cinders, ash and dust Become the extent Of my remains...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
