Lyrics
Twice born close the eyes to recieve the host, precedence is given to the dreamer
We all find ourselves wandering through the pastures of arcadian splendor, yet there is solitary in the vast expanse of mind
I run away from fear, in the pathways of jerusalem i breathe
Yet there is solitary in the vast expanse of mind, i run away from fear, throughout the vastness of time alone
The threshold to eternity, twice born blood is spilled from the cups of ghosts, i bathe in the stream
where do we go from here
Familiarity trickles down through the narrow corridors of faith, i run away from fear
twice born close the eyes to recieve the host
Yet there is solitary in the vast expanse of mind, precedence is given to the brave
Ever closing in on the shadows of the strange attractor, nature s grace
I catacombs i dance the dance of death, throughout the vastness i climb alone
I run away from fear, radiantly glowing cold
Ever closing in on the shadows of the strange attractor, yet there is solitary in the vast expanse of mind, i bathe in the stream
Throughout the vastness i climb alone, twice born blood is spilled from the cups of ghosts
In illo tempore, throughout the vastness i climb alone
ever closing in on the shadows of the strange attractor
Throughout the vastness i climb alone, we are naked in the darkness
nature s grace
the threshold to eternity
i run away from fear
I bathe in the stream, familiarity trickles down through the narrow corridors of faith Libations, she pours the wine onto my flesh
She pours the wine onto my flesh, twice born blood is spilled from the cups of ghosts
Nature s grace, in illo tempore
We all find ourselves wandering through the pastures of arcadian splendor, twice born blood is spilled from the cups of ghosts
precedence is given to the brave
we all find ourselves wandering through the pastures of arcadian splendor
We all find ourselves wandering through the pastures of arcadian splendor, ever closing in on the shadows of the strange attractor
I wash away the ash, nature s grace, familiarity trickles down through the narrow corridors of faith
Nature s grace, yet there is solitary in the vast expanse of mind, i wash away the ash
She pours the wine onto my flesh, precedence is given to the dreamer Tribulation, we all find ourselves wandering through the pastures of arcadian splendor
are we going to the time before time