A drifting tender
Come ride, heroes, ride
Her galleon severed
Away with the tide
The storm heads gather
Come ride, heroes, ride
Illusions scattered
Away with the tide
Why
Do weathered warriors wander their way whither wanting wonders wait.
Hark the heralds, anchors aweigh! Hither happens mine escape.
Freedom forgone, sinking apace. Comets crumble, Phoebus fades.
Under cosmic clamor decayed, hides a path untaken.
Ancient echoes
Come ride, heroes, ride
In deafening silence
Away with the tide
A wave of hazard
Come ride, heroes, ride
A-whorling inward
Away with the tide
Time
Stellar stories starward bestrewn, slipping sidewise; see, they're snakes.
Twixt the leaves you'll find naught amiss--missing aughts and crossing fates.
Freedom surgent shifting ahead, comets dancing in her wake
To the cosmic clarion's accord, along the path not taken.
Try, dare the dead tread ahead on a borrowed design.
Through the sum of their sons do they seek tomorrow.
Tonight, witness then as the end shall begin what was final.
Their lies, folding back, further back, ever back to primal.
A drifting tender
Come ride, heroes, ride
Her galleon severed
Away with the tide
The storm heads gather
Come ride, heroes, ride
Illusions scattered
Away with the tide
Why
Do weathered warriors wander their way whither wanting wonders wait.
Hark the heralds, anchors aweigh! Hither happens mine escape.
Freedom forgone, sinking apace. Comets crumble, Phoebus fades.
Under cosmic clamor decayed, hides a path untaken.
Ancient echoes
Come ride, heroes, ride
In deafening silence
Away with the tide
A wave of hazard
Come ride, heroes, ride
A-whorling inward
Away with the tide
Time
Stellar stories starward bestrewn, slipping sidewise; see, they're snakes.
Twixt the leaves you'll find naught amiss--missing aughts and crossing fates.
Freedom surgent shifting ahead, comets dancing in her wake
To the cosmic clarion's accord, along the path not taken.
Try, dare the dead tread ahead on a borrowed design.
Through the sum of their sons do they seek tomorrow.
Tonight, witness then as the end shall begin what was final.
Their lies, folding back, further back, ever back to primal.
Try,
design.
Tonight,
Their lies.