I’ve called this gathering of our chaos legion You’ve crawled from the ends of the Earth, hungry and with haste Your peregrine journey now draws to a close; the stars have lit the way Tear out these empty pages millions take for true Accept that time and ages have forgotten you We, the nine, ascend (ascend!), abandon the fields of the dead ‘Cause stardust is all we really are, their bodies will feed the universe Yellow skies, black foamy seas, give birth to leprous tragedies Scoured Earth and infertile soil, your mother blackened to the core With milky film that shrouds our eyes, we are humanity disguised Kaleidoscopic dreams wake screaming babes from parasitic sleep Life expectancy of none Tear out those worthless pages and invoke chaotic views of truth Choose your hand and watch the embers dance A simple sport with high stakes: The future of the race of humans, gathered ‘neath the cynosure up high No man-made gods, circuits, or cogs can match up to the natural awe of our universe These ancient stones, gardens of bone, are silent tombs of planetary building blocks Let’s celebrate our cosmic roots: the tapestry of stars in the night sky Open all third eyes and give birth to inspiration Hold all new thoughts and derive their resignation (Solo: J. Wright) Transcend the internal plains; the limit of progress can rot in your wake Potential is freed from the chains, the apex of enlightenment in your grasp No corporal walls stand to hold the relics of past (Solo: A. Kot) We, the nine, contend (contend!), to re-sow, repair, and mend ‘Cause stardust is all we’ve ever been, our vessels grow from where they began The creeping hands of time reset and balance rears its trusted head Now the sands they come to life Ensure no doctrine pages ever taint the virgin minds of youth Choose your hand and watch the embers dance A simple sport with high stakes: The future of the race of humans, gathered ‘neath the cynosure up high No man-made gods, circuits, or cogs can match up to the natural awe of our universe These ancient stones, gardens of bone, are silent tombs of planetary building blocks Let’s celebrate our cosmic roots: the tapestry of stars in the night skyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
