He was but the shape of a man,
Formed from dust, raised from nothing
A rough silhouette caught in its timeless sleep
He was bound to eternity, remaining the same,
The same enslaved to perfection
This is the son, the first born from that womb untouched
This is a self thought man
Words for creation
A forceful thought into light
Lids open:
The lips disjoint, the chest filled with life
Time starts with the heartbeat
This is a new beginning, this is a birth,
This is the time of the first times
This is a fall, this is an end, so come my I awake
He was but the shape of a man,
A rough silhouette caught in its timeless sleep
But a word in mind
So come awake from your timeless sleep
Come, come; here comes the void, here comes reality,
Here comes the mortal world
So long, womb of the holy
Formed from dust, raised from nothing
A rough silhouette caught in its timeless sleep
He was bound to eternity, remaining the same,
The same enslaved to perfection
This is the son, the first born from that womb untouched
This is a self thought man
Words for creation
A forceful thought into light
Lids open:
The lips disjoint, the chest filled with life
Time starts with the heartbeat
This is a new beginning, this is a birth,
This is the time of the first times
This is a fall, this is an end, so come my I awake
He was but the shape of a man,
A rough silhouette caught in its timeless sleep
But a word in mind
So come awake from your timeless sleep
Come, come; here comes the void, here comes reality,
Here comes the mortal world
So long, womb of the holy