As the world revolves on its axis So doth the spirit sing As the moon revels in it's night dance So tides of gods wash in
With a shroud of clouds as his canvas Man weaves a tapestry While the stars still sing of winged horses Man rides eternally
Master of the ethereal arise Singer of sweet sonnets of lies
The shadow of reason never troubles the unseeing eye Not while the night plays it's fanfare Treasonous actor, how you feed us this reprise This eternal crescendo
Master of the ethereal arise Painter of deceit and design
The temple made of sand may crumble into dust But time cannot ravage the words ever told Lost in space, we gravitate towards the divine Ever further from illumination
The whispering spire of the mountain The hollow resonance of the voice in the wind The crimson dawn, the canvas of the horizon They signify nothing to the phantom of our fairy tales
Light a fire, to burn through the veil Hold a candle to the void, and speak to me Whisper of ungodly pleasures, fruits of our understanding Sweet serpent of freedom, condemned to be Eternally, unhallowed one
Through the smoke of worldly disguises Master will reveal unto the dead his nothingness Under the cloak of natural wonders A fabricated shield of illusion
Sing, deluded choirs of his rapture Sing canons of desire While the eyes betray the beholder Arch angels rise again
Master of the ethereal arise Preacher of belief in our skies
The temple made of sand may crumble into dust But time cannot ravage the words ever told Lost in space, we gravitate towards the divine Ever further from our destinationTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
