Spectres From The Old World 가사

Mind Trapped in a point A specular psychosphere Enshrined In cognitive panic In everted hyperspheres Particles storm from dimensional transfiguration Curvatures absurdly twisted out of space Symmetries fold up and bleed cosmic catabiosis Radial, the litanies of flesh To light To vectors furled In infinity caged to watch As spectres from the old world Spectres from the old world From point To counterpoint Particles storm from dimensional transfiguration Curvatures absurdly twisted out of space Symmetries fold up and bleed cosmic catabiosis Radial, the litanies of ghosts As resonant chronophores reborn Scavenging cosmoi into form Coerced back to awareness By subluminal inertia The shadow of a soul Groping desperately in the dark Dimensionless, extensionless No time to be No space to grow Reduced to hollow waves In convulsing oscillation As formless craving soars Up the scales of sentient vacuum Debris of fading memory Creates the spectral flow That twists and rolls in agony Ever-searching for release And in its wake, strings start to glow And resonate the elements-to-be Storms of dimensional transfiguration Curvatures absurdly twisted out of space Symmetries fold up and bleed cosmic catabiosis Radial, the litanies of flesh To light To vectors furled In infinity caged to watch As spectres from the old world Spectres from the old world Spectres from the old world