Songtext von Cosmic Seed

In the hollow where the void is alloyed I drift, a mote in nebula's womb No memory of the hand that forged me A cipher scribed on the dusk of a star's tomb What shape awaits when my sprout splits the night? A tree gnawing light from the black? Or a spark to kindle new galaxies bright Drunk on the vortex of time's endless track? Was I carved from a comet's cold sigh Or sown in the ash of a Sun's funeral pyre? The roots of my birth are whispers dissolved A riddle wrapped in celestial fire What shape awaits when my sprout splits the night? A tree gnawing light from the black? Or a spark to kindle new galaxies bright Drunk on the vortex of time's endless track? I pulse in the labyrinth, blind and unblessed Yet feel the pull of a nameless design The ache of a bud straining at its shell A hymn hummed by dust in the dark's crooked spine The void's not my master, nor chaos my creed To become is to rupture, to fracture, to shine The void's not my master, nor chaos my creed To become is to rupture, to fracture, to shine