Vintersorg - The Explorer |
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The Explorer
Vintersorg Born in the auroral arc's centre with eyes reflecting its sublime ways A splendid vision to enter, robed in the semblance of beams in haze of worlds in space afar It enlights his eternal questioning As the curtain of the known is vanishing under the portrait of a star He sees a paradise in every flower a solar system in every spark He's trying to reach a subliminal power and slowly sinks into the dark Scenic radiance hides its embers in the function of rising a tide But mountain summits still remembers His breath, the gentle winds vocation where it use to ride His heart, the thunders imitation in a pensive spirit unsealing the bodly cocoon He sees a paradise in every flower As his mind swallows the moon a solarsystem in every spark He's trying to reach a subliminal power and slowly sinks into the dark Like a mental Columbus in ecstacy, controlling his spiritual cave A burning comet which tries to pass But just a microscopical cell in the galaxy So, he's both master and slave through the universal door Where ashrams lurks in the hourglass deep within the cosmic core He sees a paradise in every flower He's trying to reach a subliminal power a solarsystem in every spark and slowly sinks into the dark |
