Go to sleep, I dare you,
The walls of the world were meant to be the coverings of your eyes.
Awake in nothingness,
I know that the sleep of duality has swept us both away.
But we'll be next to go in to the emptiness,
the tired of you can do no wrong.
I go to sleep and awake to a dream,
where I watched as your eyes caught a glimpse of all time.
A fading nothingness, (an) impeccable reality;
A world that's tired from the fight
Awaiting nothingness, (an) impeccable reality;
A soul being dragged t'ward a fire.
When will it start?
A shell of life without a form,
who holds back the tide beneath the grey.
It all started in my chambers, when it wore a woman's heart,
and she spoke of the light that he gifted her from watch towers that night;
a weapon built to end all wars.
But she tainted my soul a long time ago, now silence is all that remains.
But then it starts, a choir of voices inhumane
holding one sound forever and in vain!
Every night I slither in this place, a sort of biological decay.
As 6 billion voices scream aloud persist to whisper of my fate
The fires had seared my flesh from utopia seen through her eyes, which now falls.
Three agents of her will sent witherings and heathen cries to send me to nothingness.
Afraid in these rays of moonlight, alone.
A black soil Elysium encaged, dethroned.
Left thro like pyres glow, wild fires turn my flesh to dust.
Built from eclipse to fall, a vial to store myself.
A wasted oaken enshrining to seal my fate
When will it stop, a choir of voices inhumane
holding one sound forever and in vain!?
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BBT are standard bearers for modern prog, with a sound that evokes the spirit of those legendary 70s bands whilst managing to also be thoroughly contemporary. It's astonishing that over 30 minutes of music of this quality, with such high production values, is being made available for free - and their full albums are also very reasonably priced... Eleventh Earl of Blah