Lyrics
[Verse]
Fuel on the soul pyre
The harring of the land
No peace
Only resistant to the plan
The feeling of ecstasy in my head
The blood rushing
Flowing
Faster
Impersonal God
No voice to be found
Screams of us damned
Continue to ring out
Always at the corner of my eye
[Verse 2]
Grand temptation to scry
Laughter
Horrid and calm
I stare at my palms
The speed of life
It's just so immense
If I slow down I will not make it hense.
Eyes to the Aether, tempest of flame.
Us children in our fathers domain.
To prove ourselves true, the trial for us.
Smile, stretch it, become worthy of Man.
[Chorus]
Gulping down that golden ichor,
Dead God's of long dead time.
Power remains with their name.
Take it, use it, for our leaders numina.
[Verse]
Fuel on the soul pyre
The harring of the land
No peace
Only resistant to the plan
The feeling of ecstasy in my head
The blood rushing
Flowing
Faster
Impersonal God
No voice to be found
Screams of us damned
Continue to ring out
Always at the corner of my eye
[Verse 2]
Grand temptation to scry
Laughter
Horrid and calm
I stare at my palms
The speed of life
It's just so immense
If I slow down I will not make it hense.
Eyes to the Aether, tempest of flame.
Us children in our fathers domain.
To prove ourselves true, the trial for us.
Smile, stretch it, become worthy of Man.
[Chorus]
Gulping down that golden ichor,
Dead God's of long dead time.
Power remains with their name.
Take it, use it, for our leaders numina.
We must escape the grasp of time.
Us youth of flowers, Surely out of line.
We will gaze up at our glowing Sun.
Doing well ahead of us we will have won.
[Verse]
Fuel on the soul pyre
The harring of the land
No peace
Only resistant to the plan
The feeling of ecstasy in my head
The blood rushing
Flowing
Faster
Impersonal God
No voice to be found
Screams of us damned
Continue to ring out
Always at the corner of my eye
[Verse 2]
Grand temptation to scry
Laughter
Horrid and calm
I stare at my palms
The speed of life
It's just so immense
If I slow down I will not make it hense.
Eyes to the Aether, tempest of flame.
Us children in our fathers domain.
To prove ourselves true, the trial for us.
Smile, stretch it, become worthy of Man.
[Chorus]
Gulping down that golden ichor,
Dead God's of long dead time.
Power remains with their name.
Take it, use it, for our leaders numina.
We must escape the grasp of time.
Us youth of flowers, Surely out of line.
We will gaze up at our glowing Sun.
Doing well ahead of us we will have won.