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Cynosure Songtext
von Viathyn

Cynosure Songtext

I′ve called this gathering of our chaos legion
You've crawled from the ends of the earth
Hungry and with haste
Your peregrine journey now draws to a close
The stars have lit the way

Tear out these empty pages
Millions take more true
Accept that time and ages
Have forgotten you

We, the ninth ascent
Abandon the fields of the dead
This stardust is all we really are
Their bodies will feed the universe

Yellow skies, black holy seas
Give birth to leprous tragedies
Scoured earth and infertile soil
Mother blackened to the core
Milky film that shrouds our eyes
We are humanity disguised


Kaleidoscopic dreams
Wake screaming babes from parasitic sleep
Life expectancy of none

Tear out those worthless pages
And invoke chaotic muse all true

Choose your hand and watch the endless dance
A simple sport with high stakes
Future of the race of humans
Gathered with your stardust shroud on high

Your manmade gods
Circuits or cogs
Can′t match up to the natural law of our universe
These ancient stones
Guides of old
Are silent tombs of planetary building blocks
Let's celebrate our cosmic arts
A tapestry of stars in the night sky


Open our third eyes
And give birth to inspiration
Fold all new thoughts
And arrive at resignation
Transcend the internal planes
The limits of progress can rot in your wake
Potential is freed from the chains
The apex of enlightenment in your grasp

No court, no walls stand to hold our efforts en masse

We the Nine contend (Contend)
To restore, repair, and mend
The sun, our still soul, we've never met
Our vessel′s full from where they began

The creeping hands of time reset
And balance reaches trusted hand
Now the sense may come to light

And sure no doctrine pages ever take
The virgin minds of youth

Choose your hand and watch the end
The stance of simple spark
We′ve asked the future of the race of humans
Gather with the sign, the sure up high

No man-made thoughts, circuits or cogs
Can match up to the natural law of our universe
These ancient stones, gardens of gold
Are solid tombs of planetary building blocks
Let's celebrate our cosmic roots
The tapestry of stars in the night sky
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