Lyrics: Nephente, Music: Bizmark
The longing for meaning
A melody followed in vain
Time’s an evasive fiend
And purpose’s a painful path to sustain
As the artisan perfects his creation
Lacklustre, vicious and cruel
Heaven a memory mundane
Lonely the bird that transcends the final eclipse
Through halls made of mirrors
and wastelands of smoke
Pale beauty awoke from her slumber
The abyss slid open under her feet
Drifting above the hurt
Endless the path across the black river
I wished for her life to go on
Invoke all the ancients
The bloodline of hers
A song for the earth I remembered
She ran out of days
To slowly wither away
Wither away
In depth that no scripts could describe
In a darkness no prayer could reach
In the hands of the everflow
Where faith no longer remains
Through halls made of mirrors
and wastelands of smoke
Pale beauty awoke from her slumber
The abyss slid open under her feet
Drifting above the hurt
Endless the path across the black river
I wished for her life to go on
Invoke all the ancients
The bloodline of hers
A song for the earth I remembered
She ran out of days
She withers away