歌词
Gasp and breath that divine wind of the creator's breath. For Imbued with the silver sparks
Of the architect's forge are we thus chosen.
We are chosen out of infinite barren wombs, and dragged from the desert of unbeing to the plain where the rising tree beareth ripening dreams.
Under its verdant umbra doth Norns etch runes out of sunlight and impart unto outstretched hands, unto outstretched life, unto outstretched fate.
The essence of life. The burning mark of sentience. The fire which speaketh, and doth compel us to search in wonder and drink the night sky, and reach beyond the dancing light of the stars.
Where we shall find the source of the flame.
Where we shall see the veil removed.
Where we descend Into the dark.
Where we descend into a world of worms.
Too far. We Reach too far.
To where Holocaust clouds carry low hanging corpses, and their voices fall as a rain of dread.
And dread is a flood to drown the night sky,
where Death danceth in storm of whirling stars.
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