Lyrics Monuments of It's Own Magnificence - Nightfall

Monuments of It's Own Magnificence

Those dying lips, approval of this miserable world
Those fleshy highfalutin' lines that sing for me
And the untouchable ones
Send me in the globetrotter skies, don’t hinder me
There shall I build my own dreams again
Above clouded tombs and mourning ladies
Above your poor world of dispare Ascent…
The hemlock turns to hemp
And my heartburn into hellish headwind
Yet, through my highness I try to hex
Thou, thou world, thou dreams, thou nest
Thou clef before the keyhole to eternity…
…cloudburst our tears are as our mother’s mitre dries under the
Indomitable sun