Godless Machinists - Fractal Universe.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作曲 : Vince Wilquin/Valentin Pelletier/Clément Denys/Hugo Florimond
[00:50.047]Across gates of sand, for forty cycles we roamed
[00:57.876]In the grip of the sardonic suns
[01:04.994]These spectral aberrations have become
[01:12.901]The centerless figures of our attention
[01:23.467]Spherical womb
[01:31.220]Edge of the world
[01:37.803]Unto that ineffable horror we came
[01:45.388]On the nocturnal frontiers of the skies
[01:52.833]The arch of our finiteness
[02:11.313]Spherical womb
[02:19.233]Edge of the world
[02:24.958]Spherical womb
[02:32.551]Edge of the world
[02:35.920]Where everywhere
[02:38.243]Merges with nowhere
[02:42.557]"When I consider the short span of my life
[02:45.288]absorbed into the preceding and subsequent eternity,
[02:49.408]swallowed up in the immensity of spaces
[02:51.968]of which I know nothing and which know nothing of me
[02:55.827]... I am terrified."
[02:57.409]The insurgency rose from the mud
[03:04.145]To pierce through those crystal veils
[03:08.010]And shatter the Machinist's stone pedestal
[03:24.088]With the hope left of forty earth's revolutions
[03:29.389]The insurgency rose from the dust
[03:35.919]To break the Tablets of Stone
[03:39.956]And seize the emptiness that lays beneath the surface
[03:53.028]A glass surface over this rootless swirl
[03:56.692]Caught into a glimpse that never came to life
[04:01.062]Black flakes under the strain of uncertainty
[04:04.525]We have faced the vanity of this attempt
[04:25.526]The faceless center of our attention
[04:29.246]Lured those ghosts into this work of absurdity
[04:32.588]Now godless watchmakers of our jammed clockworks
[04:37.071]Across those narrowing paths of sand we roam
[05:04.155]The insurgency rose from the mud
[05:28.927]To crawl between this purple dew and that naked light
[05:44.650]Stenches on the cursing winds of expectant concerns
[06:00.373]We shall face the vacuity that sublimated our earthly condition
[06:17.879]Holding this moment to let denial be our last shelter

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作曲 : Vince Wilquin/Valentin Pelletier/Clément Denys/Hugo Florimond
Across gates of sand, for forty cycles we roamed
In the grip of the sardonic suns
These spectral aberrations have become
The centerless figures of our attention
Spherical womb
Edge of the world
Unto that ineffable horror we came
On the nocturnal frontiers of the skies
The arch of our finiteness
Spherical womb
Edge of the world
Spherical womb
Edge of the world
Where everywhere
Merges with nowhere
"When I consider the short span of my life
absorbed into the preceding and subsequent eternity,
swallowed up in the immensity of spaces
of which I know nothing and which know nothing of me
... I am terrified."
The insurgency rose from the mud
To pierce through those crystal veils
And shatter the Machinist's stone pedestal
With the hope left of forty earth's revolutions
The insurgency rose from the dust
To break the Tablets of Stone
And seize the emptiness that lays beneath the surface
A glass surface over this rootless swirl
Caught into a glimpse that never came to life
Black flakes under the strain of uncertainty
We have faced the vanity of this attempt
The faceless center of our attention
Lured those ghosts into this work of absurdity
Now godless watchmakers of our jammed clockworks
Across those narrowing paths of sand we roam
The insurgency rose from the mud
To crawl between this purple dew and that naked light
Stenches on the cursing winds of expectant concerns
We shall face the vacuity that sublimated our earthly condition
Holding this moment to let denial be our last shelter