| Song | Beautiful Is This Burden |
| Artist | Light Bearer |
| Album | Silver Tongue |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Languid skin invigorate! | |
| Our vacant lot extend | |
| to us a gratitude, so that we may | |
| bestow purpose upon thyself. | |
| We the inverted host, | |
| unhallowed magnitude. | |
| Divided by our deeds, | |
| resulted internment. | |
| I have gleaned truths | |
| in primeval forms, | |
| the absence of his mark | |
| has left me with no choice | |
| To turn my ears away, | |
| to shut my eyes forever. | |
| And open up anew | |
| upon our humble plight. | |
| The quality of renewal, | |
| adept we wax and wane, | |
| transitory and glorious | |
| fortifying lifes reach. | |
| Unbridled by a master | |
| with every step we take, | |
| he closer courts disaster, | |
| the jester takes a bow. | |
| Beyond these confines | |
| many noble voices shrill, | |
| behind each throat a vibrant will. | |
| An audience so hungry. | |
| The gauze between each plane, | |
| many worlds adorned, | |
| those singled out by heaven | |
| the loudest mind of all. | |
| Bleeding from these walls, | |
| the loudest mind of all! | |
| Torches lit! Light bearers! | |
| En masse the cavalcade does form, | |
| our bodies bound alluvium! | |
| Cast your fire! Fill this hollow! | |
| Euphoric surf rails vehemently, | |
| relentless surge! our fevers break! | |
| With pick and axe we will wield the aether. | |
| With whetted blades, we’ll hone this realm. | |
| We will build a tower, a concentric city. | |
| A minaret of great magnitude | |
| apogee of our resolve. | |
| I will climb atop, I will spread my wings | |
| and touch ten million other worlds | |
| and I will sing my surmon. | |
| My words will carry upon solar winds. | |
| Will be so loud as to envelope his voice! |
| Languid skin invigorate! | |
| Our vacant lot extend | |
| to us a gratitude, so that we may | |
| bestow purpose upon thyself. | |
| We the inverted host, | |
| unhallowed magnitude. | |
| Divided by our deeds, | |
| resulted internment. | |
| I have gleaned truths | |
| in primeval forms, | |
| the absence of his mark | |
| has left me with no choice | |
| To turn my ears away, | |
| to shut my eyes forever. | |
| And open up anew | |
| upon our humble plight. | |
| The quality of renewal, | |
| adept we wax and wane, | |
| transitory and glorious | |
| fortifying lifes reach. | |
| Unbridled by a master | |
| with every step we take, | |
| he closer courts disaster, | |
| the jester takes a bow. | |
| Beyond these confines | |
| many noble voices shrill, | |
| behind each throat a vibrant will. | |
| An audience so hungry. | |
| The gauze between each plane, | |
| many worlds adorned, | |
| those singled out by heaven | |
| the loudest mind of all. | |
| Bleeding from these walls, | |
| the loudest mind of all! | |
| Torches lit! Light bearers! | |
| En masse the cavalcade does form, | |
| our bodies bound alluvium! | |
| Cast your fire! Fill this hollow! | |
| Euphoric surf rails vehemently, | |
| relentless surge! our fevers break! | |
| With pick and axe we will wield the aether. | |
| With whetted blades, we' ll hone this realm. | |
| We will build a tower, a concentric city. | |
| A minaret of great magnitude | |
| apogee of our resolve. | |
| I will climb atop, I will spread my wings | |
| and touch ten million other worlds | |
| and I will sing my surmon. | |
| My words will carry upon solar winds. | |
| Will be so loud as to envelope his voice! |
| Languid skin invigorate! | |
| Our vacant lot extend | |
| to us a gratitude, so that we may | |
| bestow purpose upon thyself. | |
| We the inverted host, | |
| unhallowed magnitude. | |
| Divided by our deeds, | |
| resulted internment. | |
| I have gleaned truths | |
| in primeval forms, | |
| the absence of his mark | |
| has left me with no choice | |
| To turn my ears away, | |
| to shut my eyes forever. | |
| And open up anew | |
| upon our humble plight. | |
| The quality of renewal, | |
| adept we wax and wane, | |
| transitory and glorious | |
| fortifying lifes reach. | |
| Unbridled by a master | |
| with every step we take, | |
| he closer courts disaster, | |
| the jester takes a bow. | |
| Beyond these confines | |
| many noble voices shrill, | |
| behind each throat a vibrant will. | |
| An audience so hungry. | |
| The gauze between each plane, | |
| many worlds adorned, | |
| those singled out by heaven | |
| the loudest mind of all. | |
| Bleeding from these walls, | |
| the loudest mind of all! | |
| Torches lit! Light bearers! | |
| En masse the cavalcade does form, | |
| our bodies bound alluvium! | |
| Cast your fire! Fill this hollow! | |
| Euphoric surf rails vehemently, | |
| relentless surge! our fevers break! | |
| With pick and axe we will wield the aether. | |
| With whetted blades, we' ll hone this realm. | |
| We will build a tower, a concentric city. | |
| A minaret of great magnitude | |
| apogee of our resolve. | |
| I will climb atop, I will spread my wings | |
| and touch ten million other worlds | |
| and I will sing my surmon. | |
| My words will carry upon solar winds. | |
| Will be so loud as to envelope his voice! |