Lyrics Tempest's Chant - Howling Sycamore

Tempest's Chant

As the mind begins to chant
The heartbeat sinks into dead silence
Sonic waves line up into one
As the channel opens up
The silver muse takes over
Whispering souls surround my chair
Their cloak tails spiral on the floor
The eye of the storm right under my feet
The eye of the storm right under my feet
The electric humming eats me up
Down below
Being one with oneself
Feels like unleashing an entire army
Layer after layer
I draw matter and emptiness
I forget them out of thin air
I walk to doors shut by the self
I look on the other side to find my way in
I don’t doubt
I just go
Is upside down the only true way to see?
Fingers turn into rays of light
Piercing dark matter
With the curiosity of the lost child in me
These glaring tentacles reach up above
Looking for truth to grab and hold them tight as wines on the walls
When lightning strikes
I’ll make sure to grip on even harder
May my nails scrape off a bit of immense
Enough to light my whole body with it
Only then I’ll accept defeat
And while falling
May the sound of my dissolution
Be as glorious as the hummingbird’s flicker
The glimpse of an eye
Is where wholeness lays
I’ll steal it from the claw of time
I’ll keep it alive in my memory
Like a lapis lazuli on my shrine
To resonate for years
Like a bell in the distance
Where hills get eaten by the widest of oceans
Lessons of the past
Are orbs darting in a corner
May the sight catch them when in need
As the ghost tales should not be forgotten