Songtext von Wormhole

Glow Brane Mute Ollin The speed of the light to a distant star Residing inside of a hollow high-mass The sun disappeared from the heavens On its nightly pilgrim through the reference frame The violence of pain and a sense of departure Deeper down into its darkest flood Fain Propulsion Plethora Time perception The hour-hand moved on, the timepiece drew breath As the murmuring dwarf squatted the eternal All truth is crooked, time itself is a circle Following his footsteps to the sun Lorn in the aeon of macrocosm I see them run into the sinus of asininity Gods blockade their eternity Where do I run with this pain of mine Lake of lies is turning to a sea I see the shepherd howl, writhing, choking inside With a black serpent hanging out of his mouth I failed to pull the serpent out of his throat My horror, my hatred, my loathing, my pity Sky illuminated by the sun, Huitzilopochtli Tunneling dilation, photonic crystaline Nebulous terror within the nature Darkly feared within all the mortals Spectres of malign perversions Floating through moonless crypts of mine Far away inside the luminous loopholes Shakenings tell the winds of zenith Yonder where the storms rush down in sea Colossal roots of the hoary earth