Enticed by the myriad multiplicity
Entombed by our own disguise
We will dive into vast unknowns
An ember remains to unearth a hope
The undercurrent rises from the fading coals
Blown tethered cross the plain far from sanctuary's gaze
In search of what could not be spoken
Scripted and gifted and parted
Amended forever's lashed gnashing with vice
Laid open and undressed to none but my own prying eyes
Oh, master of nothing you slave to diatribe
Oh, master of no one you prey on your device
A cross section of crossroad hoisted high toward the sky
And life filled my nostrils as veins ran so dry
Dead to the world and dead in your eyes
Etchings interred as failure recurred
Desolate worlds fall to these endless nights
- 专辑:With Echoes in the Movement of Stone
- 歌手:Minsk
- 歌曲:Three Moons