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Viathyn - Cynosure текст песни

Исполнитель: Viathyn

альбом: Cynosure


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 sky

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