A splinter of time longing for form, hanging upon fate’s whim.
Drowning in uncertainty, roaming into oblivion.
Beaconed by an eclipse of heroism and perseverance.
Life’s divine essence is now casting a shadow of sacrifice, born from the ashes of the damned.
A once fading light lost in voyage, echoes of a common vision caressing our souls.
Unity fully captivated, sailing between love and hate.
No longer shackled by suffering and deception, transcending on a course for deliverance.
A bridge leading to revelation, revealing the fundamental nature of what we are.
Soul bound to become our dreams,
our dreams shall become the fabric of existence,
existence will become a dream,
and we’re the dreaming universe,
collapsing into reality.
Infinite horror and infinite beauty, coalesced.
The Cosmics 