Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Transience, artist - Shylmagoghnar. Album song Transience, in the genre Date of issue: 28.06.2018
Record label: Napalm Records Handels
Song language: English
Transience |
| Visions envelop us warm and dear |
| Afflictions nurtured, unfathomable depths |
| Its art form leaves us sullied, smitten |
| Born from our mortality |
| Brushes stroke sanity never so gentle |
| Lost; |
| deranged in a crippled mind |
| Scratching the surface — nuance denied |
| Devoid of spectrum — here we are blind |
| Worlds bare and stricken (beckon me) |
| Fears beyond counting (lost within) |
| Trapped in the core of our sanctum |
| Tell me, where is the purpose? |
| Lost in the half-lives once spent |
| On fading memories and times that never were |
| By nature this hellhole will persist |
| Fed far too long — now festers within |
| This part of me that is not me |
| Yet without which I’d cease to be |
| Nightmares consume, futures unfold |
| How could we rest with such stories untold? |
| We may be mere human; |
| from what we have seen |
| Beyond this vessel there are worlds between |
| Behold, as I watch from the shadows |
| A stranger looks back from far away realms |
| An altogether different hue |
| Surrounded by maelstroms of wistful tunes |
| I am locked in an aura of dissonant chords |
| Hear them die on the searing winds |
| Caressing hands they sculpt a resonating void |
| Familiar whispers and mocking throats |
| Mimicking the unsung vowels flowing from the heart |
| A counterweight here made flesh |
| Where time fleets and seeps in a purgatory of meaning and structure |
| Forever lost within and without, through the nothing and nowhere |
| Harnessing the madness I swore would be the end of me |
| Turned ashes into glory to last beyond my time |
| Striving for perfection I turned the very stars |
| Still it’s not enough — forever unfulfilled |
| Trudging through the path, step by torturous step |
| Insight waits for me; |
| emptiness made real |
| No sight, no senses, no feelings, no more |
| Climax closes in |
| Buried underneath — all that should have been |
| The guilt of non-creation |
| Grueling is the search for the master’s piece |
| Ever so slightly out of reach |
| Mournful statues wail; |
| empty sockets judge |
| «Father, why have you denied us eyes?» |
| The past is but a fading shroud |
| Now let go and stride with sure step through these halls |
| Visions struck me blind — I have no need for eyes |
| Here I am the one who dreams the way |
| Enigma at the end of all |
| A sapphire cruel, so radiant and vast |
| As I reach out to touch it crumbles, as do I |
| I am reborn and closer to my transience |