[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