Suns of Rapture - Eidolons | Текст песни

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• Suns of Rapture
• Eidolons

The gaze from the Seven subsides
Ever watchful of the resucant
To judge who is worthy of praise
and strike those who cover their eyes
The yellow slayers at the gates
Yelling its name to be saved,
in bronze, at the temple of Los

Build me a place of worship
and Let the tidings be heard
Let the tidings be heard

Far beyond pale hopes
Far beyond poisoned wells
Far beyond destined goals
You´ll make everything new

Ever the dim beginning
Ever the mutable
Ever the changing One
Ever the crumbling One

Of every human life, the whole or large or small,
summed and added up, in its Eidolon
The rounding of the circle
brings us back again
The rounding of the wheel
where first and last will meet again
again
again