Sixty Down One Hundred High
Melted light
A magic mirror
Break the ugly
Break the lovely
Charm it all
Into beauty
Blend it freshly
For my eyes
Orbitals
Earth and moon
Parent child
Circle dance
Shade and light
God and me
One and all
Orbital
Mechanics
In quantum
Phasing in
Fading out
Blurring here
Being there
Orbitals
Reality
Holyman
Our prophet is a madman
And his ravings taste of truth
We are hungry and alone
The fires are burning low
The world we know is ending
We don’t know what will come
We cannot sit and idle
We will fight before we die
If we lash out hard and often
Surely something must be struck
So if we strike out blindly
Then admit at least we fight
Though all the lies are madness
They lend a shard of hope
Hope feeds not the stomach
It’s a panacea for the plague
The world will end tomorrow
Yet we still have our pride
Skies break above our heads
They shatter the sweet night
The cold inhabits all our souls
Lords of Chaos eat our hearts
The moon is quickly melting
The stars are burning out
The demons rise from hell
And the world’s reduced to dust
Still we have fangs and claws
Our monsters dwell inside us
We are the nest that nurtures
The gotterdammering that we crave
Glory to our death we cry
We die not lonely or alone
We die united and as one
We die loud and proud
Our prophet is a madman
And his ravings taste of truth
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