The Unseen Hand Songtext
von Vore

Descending towards the procession
Chanting, invoking, provoking the tide
Towering ledge, self-arched, rise from the crypt
Grant us ardent eyes

Ocian, obedient, return from death
Shout out the secrets of the world beyond
The words are spoken, connections become broken
Thrust from the wave and we rise to the ether

Formless, we behold
The machinations of the universe
Unfold the unknown
This is the place where the knot begins
Die!


All are woman and man, born to suffer
Born to struggle, to survive
But a fading force perpetuates it
What′s worth existence?
Time!
Ageless in circles
Spun and woven by the unseen aim

Pure souls, seekers of truth
Revelations, knowledge cosmic
Secrets long suffered
Only to know

We are insects, we are dust
Insubstantial and small
We burst into the vastness
Truth binds us all, the unseen aim