Lyrics
For us to witness, the oceanic grace of equanimity once in a blue moon
All anxiety and anguish, joy or forgiveness
the silent beauty of decay
the infinite wisdom of every withering flower
all passion and love
the prayers that we blindly babble
every tear that falls
For us to witness, all passion and love Schammasch, the fear of touching the higher self
The joy of losing everything, pain and grief
And all is none, all the eternal secrets we carry
The burning lakes of pasts unspoken, all anxiety and anguish
the spiteful remark of a broken promise
all passion and love
searing all flesh and mind
The blazing skies at a new dawn, hatred and envy The, pain and grief
The joy of losing everything, even if it s just for one second Schammasch, the pulsating blood that flows through everything but this moment
searing all flesh and mind
Pain and grief, the crackling fires of untruth in which we burn through the days
the golden purity of a swarm of flying birds
And the dark waters of dreams in which we drown at night, every tear that falls Schammasch, the poison that strikes as words
The frozen depths of untold memories, the encounter of staring into a stranger s eyes through the mirror of the self
The prayers that we blindly babble, the blazing skies at a new dawn
The blazing skies at a new dawn, the frozen depths of untold memories
for us to witness
The oceanic grace of equanimity once in a blue moon, every tear that falls
peace and content
The oceanic grace of equanimity once in a blue moon, every tear that falls The, the pulsating blood that flows through everything but this moment
the encounter of staring into a stranger s eyes through the mirror of the self
The prayers that we blindly babble, the burning lakes of pasts unspoken, the silent beauty of decay
the golden purity of a swarm of flying birds
The pulsating blood that flows through everything but this moment, pain and grief
For us to witness, the poison that strikes as words Empyrean, the pulsating blood that flows through everything but this moment
the golden purity of a swarm of flying birds
The prayers that we blindly babble, the oceanic grace of equanimity once in a blue moon
Once we return to our birthright, every spark of hope or illusion Schammasch, the joy of losing everything
And all is none, hatred and envy
The oceanic grace of equanimity once in a blue moon, the blazing skies at a new dawn Empyrean, the blazing skies at a new dawn
every tear that falls
all these things are one
The burning lakes of pasts unspoken, every spark of hope or illusion
all passion and love
The mountains and hills of forsaken landscapes, the crackling fires of untruth in which we burn through the days, the frozen depths of untold memories
The crackling fires of untruth in which we burn through the days, the encounter of staring into a stranger s eyes through the mirror of the self
The golden purity of a swarm of flying birds, the infinite wisdom of every withering flower
The burning lakes of pasts unspoken, the spiteful remark of a broken promise
The silent beauty of decay, every spark of hope or illusion, all anxiety and anguish
