The Firstborn - Absolute
Absolute -
A circle´s completion
Is blinding Perfection
All and naught - again?
All I sought - again?
I am but the Vigilant learner,
In Wisdom enlightened
By the blazing thousand-fold memories
Of my Pasts,
Of my distant Pasts?
Absolute -
A circle´s completion
Is entrancing Perfection
I am but the Silent beholder,
In Wisdom uplifted
As dust from long-dead Stars
That we are?
That we all are?
Letras The Firstborn