Brown Bird
Nine Eyes
Nine eyes on the wild oneIn the heliosphere of the holy sunA skeleton of stone in reverence kneelsThrough translucent skin of steelAn offering of what was once our lives held highBound to those spheres by inherent soundOf hunger, of heart, and cerebral crownWe're languid in the chains of daily strifeThat choke and chafe internal lifeThe undying in us stirs with each link these sounds melt downAssail any altar aligned with any falteredDesign of material gainAnd we shall shed these shackles of shameFor the robes of what naked remainsWax wings for a venture in vain,Or the evolution of the alchemists aim?The element of man reduced to fleshA vessel of our consciousnessReborn within a cage that won't decay or dieAssail any altar aligned with any falteredDesign of material gainAnd we shall shed these shackles of shameFor the robes of what naked remains
From Letras Mania