Album: jesus.christ@hell.com

The Mother of all knowledge, the book of my disguise,
Whence doeth come the storm that I can't see?
A dusk-flame reborn whom whirlwinds obey
Just thousand more years elements decay
And whither then it pass' crestfallen poetry?

Of earth and oceans, sky and lightning, we are born
All four quite distant, still the mixis of the apeyron,
Self-battled odyssey, the spiral to the core
Of the thought that no human ever thought before

The maze with thousand spotlights, heroic is the one
To walk is straight as the mountain path alone,
Pass the shapes, lost in circles run
Searching not for the moon nor sun,
They seek the words to describe, the wisdom's sacred spawn

Of earth and oceans, sky and lightning, we are born
All four quite distant, still the mixis of the apeyron,
Self-battled odyssey, the spiral to the core
Of the thought that no human ever thought before

Ever thought before,
Spiral to the core,
Settling the score,
Spiral to the core

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