E.s.p. Mirage Lyrics
Fragments, threads of the origin's shapeThe dreary synopsis of an aeon-old praxisEncircles the thoughts from which minds escape"And when my soul and spirit unitesin a oneness of the four elementsI'll be the magician of cosmic ritesUsing astral instruments"Like the released psyche of the creatorSwirling around the origin's indicatorVisions from the spiral generatorE.S.P. Mirage!I intersect the shining pulsatorWhen I travel in this spirit simulatorReceiving visions from the generatorE.S.P. Mirage!Perplexed by the questions of our existenceThe patterns in external realitySecretive formulas along an unthinkable distanceForce the thinking into unexplored philosophyAn entity which spins in the galaxy hurricaneWith a plasticity changing by the ageThe director of periodic meteor rainWhich seems to be framed by a mathematical cageMother to events so violentBut as no one hears it, it may be silent"Therefore my thinking I'll incubateand search in the duality of I and Me'cause from trumpets you can alienateBut from silence you can't flee"Remotely viewing other planesUsing my mind's eye to gazeAs I detect the spiral's stainsIn microbes, mountains and every inch of spaceTrembling before its divinityIt may be larger than infinity
Vintersorg E.s.p. Mirage
