A Rite Of Passage
Beyond the Red Horizon
Primordial forces of conception, the origins of creation
Exhumed from dust, the power which it gives you
Meteors of dismay reign high above the mountains
Where everything slowly takes its shape,
This pilgrimage seems to last forever;
Bewildered remains its gaze,
Through the piercing flames of the ancient age
Feeling the pain of generations,
Your ambitions, your hopes
All conceived, yet to be achieved,
All the faces fade away;
I refuse to die for your ideals
Words and thoughts have power,
Words of the wise;
Your guilt, your tears:
They give it life...
Primordial forces of conception,
The origins of creation
Exhumed from dust, the power which it gives you
Meteors of dismay reign high above the mountains
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