Oh these temporal distractions bathed in cosmic veneer Are a fleeting reminder of the transience of ascendancy Where then, to find that which is ageless, in the spark of an idea? For knowledge without mass cannot be tethered to the earth
And so the seeker of meaning encounters the seer Only eyes titled upward break the seal of quiescence In parlance with an energy, that drifts far beyond the reach of his igneous limbs With a voice drunk on sand, he beseeches to pass on his truth
“Though your soul lies broken Crushed from below, and pressed against weighted skies May you reach your destination Not through toil in the bones, rather through flight of the spirit”
So heal me Maker, and break me So I may cast off this carnal burden And drink away the clouds”
Breath in, feel it, grasp it, see beyond the world
And suddenly I am carried by dreams of transcendency Flowing through empty veins, like fire feeding off its own flames And so I climb the umbilical path to the pantheon Casting my flesh to the worms, and my soul to the sky
So if I should perish here, Please let me find immortality in the finality of this body For the essence of life lies not in the rivers, the soil or the air that I breath But the flames of the gods
As he calls to the abyss He is greeted with a shimmering echo As he looks down to his host He sees a sickness, a rotting animal How the unseen can portray such fantastical answers Yet the dread of a tangible death Breeds joy in the struggle of life
And so my soul is falling Imprisoned down below, abandoned by spiritual winds When I reach my destination, I’ll let it swallow me
So rise from your reverie Find your meaning in reflections on the water Do not betray this body, take my hand
And suddenly I am heavy with nightmares of vacuity But filling a hole with that which is hollow only stretches the void And so I cry to the rocks of a faceless universe Please, nourish my waning time I submit to the future
And so if you perish here, I pray you will find immortality in the finality of this body But the zephyr of life flows not from the breath of a god, But the sigh of a man who accedes to the darknessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
