paroles de chanson Lunatorc - Agiris

Motes in a diaphanous room like spermatozoa
Glows a little in the light, dancing dust, fertile nothingness
I must keep track of the thermometer
I pocket other molecules, black air, when I close the curtains
The burdens of this heat mistreat my spermy, dusty notion
Moon lit ocean waves a gesture, the conception of the rebirth
Girth like an orbit, penetrate the tyrannous interior of palaces with malice for your happiness
Dismiss the fallacies of peaceful bliss
Your business ain't the casualties of sinful whispers
Witness lioness psychosis, what the goal is? 'I control this'
Soma doses so corrosive goes unnoticed comatose this 'coz
These energies are savage, clever those who manage them correctly
Protect me! Protect me! Protect me!
I feel my dialectic needs a kick of the kinetic so collect me
A lonely speck of dust
But
What if the moon is made of dust and that's where dust comes from?
Dungeons lock the body but the spirit's free to run from
All the legions of demons and deadly re-runs of the past
The moon and dust alike another cycle will be cast
Upon your world and you'll refer to something else, to something more
An assumption to the earth, a greater life that birthed Aurora
And the law of the moon will continue to rule us
So the light of my faith is solely placed into Luna's

There's a gift in my flight, so I tune into the hawk
And my weapons are the ribbons of the luna torque
My script is in a plight when my runes are made of chalk
But the reflection is embedded in the luna torque
Diolch i'r celtiau am galon Cymreig, syn curo gwaed bywiog coch
And for creative authority I refuse to balk
I don the twisted decoration of my luna torc

Of my lunatorc
Of my lunatorc
I don the twisted decoration of my luna torc
I would sooner walk
I would sooner walk away
Then pursue a conversation without luna talk

Lunatic tock stops and my madness is mocked
When the moon rock drops and the magic is lost
There's a cost to my midnight methods and it's whether the
Air steals the eyesight elegantly, by
Offering a tenebrous serenity, I
Help by renovating the proclivity for light
Where the teardrops of the night make the black flowers blossom

There's a gift in my flight, so I tune into the hawk
And my weapons are the ribbons of the luna torque
My script is in a plight when my runes are made of chalk
But the reflection is embedded in the luna torque
Diolch i'r celtiau am galon Cymreig, syn curo gwaed bywiog coch
And for creative authority I refuse to balk
I don the twisted decoration of my luna torc

Of my lunatorc
Of my lunatorc
I don the twisted decoration of my luna torc
I would sooner walk
I would sooner walk away
Then pursue a conversation without luna talk

It's tight around my neck I feel it caressing my blood flow
The shape of my heart it beats into the crescent, cross the unknown
It's tight around my neck I feel it caressing my blood flow
The shape of my heart it beats into the crescent, cross the unknown