Paroles de Cycle of Ages

Cycle of ages. A soul within sustains the heavens Yet we are dulled by our earthly limbs Because of them we are moved by sorrow Entombed with the limitations of sin When the final day deserts us And the plagues of body cease Allayed in a world of darkness Yet disturbed in eternal sleep Stretched out on empty winds The stains of life are wested away Purged of our earthly bearing In unsoiled ether the self soon fades Through Elysium we are cost Rejoining the cycle of the ages Delivering to bleed again And bestow meaning to white pages