Reflective illusions have bred an endless spiral
Perpetual path of a fleeting inner universe
We now sow the signs of timeless sacred oaks
We are but as many narcissistic loops
Down beneath heavens
Sketching diurnal nightmares
Down before an ever-grey doom
For a causality to preach
Down...
To worship the intrinsic relics of an ambivalent parricide
As blinded mist hunters we smashed mirrors into pieces
Dreaming new idols in shades of black
Down beneath heavens
Sketching diurnal nightmares
Down before an ever-grey doom
For a causality to preach
La conscience a établi un clivage paradoxal, projetant notre regard vers les reflets de sombres hauteurs – enfouissant les sources de notre existence. Créant le mouvement à travers le phénomène, nous avons conçu la fin comme la transcendance du moyen. L'illusion d'une causalité rassurante annihilant l'action, le moment, le sentiment, l'être, le divin... Nous sombrons toujours plus profondément dans les affres du déterminisme.
Perpetuating through rusty statues
As the choirs of human essence
Being despite inexistence
As motionless summits under gloomy clouds we stand
Corroded by the acid rain of knowledge
The new bark of a suppurating bilateral dominion
We are but as many narcissistic loops
As many water drops on wrathful winds of wholeness