Sol Draconi Septem - Hyperion lyrics
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Tracks 01. The Man Who Cried God
02. The War Lovers 03. The Avatar 04. Hyperion Cantos 05. The River Léthé's Taste Is Bitter 06. The Long Goodbye 07. I Remember Siri 08. The Last Pilgrims 09. Silenus 01. The Man Who Cried God
You belong to the cruciform
You are now one with the cross Beyond the forest of flames Looking for an ancient tribe Are they even real? The 70, forgotten mystery He couldn't know What he found would be far greater Than what he looked for A proof of his belief Inside the Rift, a cross of gems Older than its myth itself Beyet ota menna lot Cresfem ket You belong to the cruciform You are now one with the cross Down into the labyrinths Mysterious corridors In the planet's core Meet the pope of the cruciform's way Down into the labyrinths Mysterious corridors In the planet's core Meet the pope of the cruciform's way Pink rock fused in his body DNA copied, perfect association Makes him one with the cruciform Parasite afraid of pain Trapping you around the Rift The contract of the cross Immortality against humanity The son of the flames gave me his curse Crucified for years onto an electric tree The pain scouring his body Dying and living again The real death bringing him finally peace 02. The War Lovers
An artificial forest of neurons
Consciousness guiding their creators Creating dreams of the past From the link of the Pangermy Meeting in imagined battlefields From an old forgotten planet Ineluctable attraction Somewhere more than a wonder And less than a dream Forever haunted by this ghost Bloody days in battlefields And heated nights of lust Walking Love and war as one path His only love Servant of the Pain Metamorphosis Iron and claw, blood and cum From his future, the pilgrims appeared Crucified as martyrs 03. The Avatar
The Avatar
Sent into the past Lord of pain Bless your children Everchanging future The only constant Redeem our souls Through punishment The Avatar Sent into the past Lord of pain Bless your children Impaled on the tree Its blade piercing me Only way to be free From the crucifix Atone for our sins Free us from the Meaningless path We're walking 04. Hyperion Cantos
Born in heaven, reborn in hell
From Old Earth To Heaven's Gate Mind shattered, an Awakening Remnant of an old generation Art and culture as guiding light Selling out the Verb For a fastuous life In the court of the sad king The assembly of art devotees Finding a muse in murder A never-ending masterpiece Sublime humanity's pain In the beginning was the verb In the end … Past honor, past life, past caring … In the end will be the verb 05. The River Léthé's Taste Is Bitter
An impossible curse
Riding the time streams Against the current she glides Virus contracted in the Sphinx Chosen by the Avatar Sinners' fate preview Nothing to be done Expiation for their actions Dream the death Taste the loss What is true innocence? Abraham's lesson for the fathers The parents already sacrificed Children has to be our savior An endless search for meaning Invisible doesn't make it unreal 06. The Long Goodbye
Here lies one
Whose name Was written in water Somewhere between Sim reality and slowed time Investigate a cybrid's murder Old forgotten tech, a poet's soul Artificial intelligence's self Part of a masterplan Control the variables The ultimate intelligence A choice to be made Digital realm or Flesh and randomness Can you reach the trueness of your creator? As a real human, her lover died Personality transferred in her mind DNA spread in her body Carrying the information Mother of their salvation She bears his soul and seed 07. I Remember Siri
For I remember the past prime
The heaven that was my home Destroyed by the greediness Of an unstoppable conglomerate For you see, I remember my grandmother's dream. I remember the way it could have been. I remember Siri. Our enemy are a thing of beauty Hives of knowledge and evolution Micro orbital forest in globe cities Exploring their everchanging soul In memory of my family I'll betray every sides Unleash the Avatar To avenge the sea But if my will is planned Integrated in the scheme Of higher beings, Are we really free, can we really be ? 08. The Last Pilgrims
Pieces of life stories
Decisions or random acts Conglomerate, future blinded Leading to a common place Group of prime number In hell they'll grow Uncover their ties Only one will survive Sacred ground lost in time On a labyrinth planet Tombs of an old future God Death and pain as only way Past and future meet Calling a present threat Bonded in certain death Against the wish of a chosen one 09. Silenus
No smell of death, there shall be no death, moan, moan;
Moan, Cybele, moan for thy pernicious Babes Have changed a god into a shaking palsy. Moan, brethren, moan, for I have no strength left; Freak as the reed - weak - feeble as my voice- Oh, oh, the pain, the pain of feebleness. Moan, moan, for still I thaw... |