Gorguts - Pleiades' Dust lyrics
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01. Pleiades' Dust
Music & lyrics by Luc Lemay
I. Thinker's Slumber
Scornful dogma
Withering era
Silence in sight
Treasures of cognition
Have ceased to be
Destructive minds
Turning life to ashes
Relentlessly
Despotic hands on recollection
Restraining man from recollection
II. Wandering Times
Wandering times
Crawling thoughts abandoned at dusk
Thinker's dream
Lost in doubts
Streams of lore
Concealing in drought
Wandering times
Scripted thoughts emerging at dawn
Scholars' dream
Starts to blink
Streams of lore
Submerging with ink
Glimpse of light in sight
Dazzling minds are turning the page
On darker times
III. Within the Rounded Walls
Nightfall unfurls its sky
Whispers of waves...mesmerised
Nightfall's canvas unfolds
Frame in time, the stars have told
Mighty circle of stone
Standing strong, on the sands, alone
Rounded walls
Once foreseen
Standing tall
To the thinker's realm
All roads shall lead
IV. Pearls of Translation
Enthralling thirst for ideas
Led by translation's quill
Searching the world with no fear
Paving the way for curious minds
Roaming the land for ideas
Led by translator's will
Reading the world becomes clear
Paving the way for golden times
V. Compendiums
Word by word
Scribing compendiums
Page by page
Crafting compendiums
Book by book
Gathering compendiums
Library filled with compendiums
Embracing texts from the past
Hints of knowledge are grasped
Concepts in fragments, scholars, will craft
Sheltered on paper, ideas shall last
VI. Stranded Minds on the Shores of Doubt
(Instrumental)
VII. Besieged
Winds of dogma
Have reached the rounded walls
The flame of lore has been blown
Arrows will, soon, be thrown
Darkened era
Will fill the land and souls
As life turns black as ink
A chapter starts to sink
Rising storm from the East
Circle of archers, intruding beast
Trampled furrows of memory
Seeds of invasion sowed by enemies
Blindly burning to decimate
Pages to ashes...Cognition's fate
Drowned in despotic waters
Treasures from minds are lost forever
Stream of lore destroyed at last
Running, for days, from red to black
Scornful dogma
Withering era
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