CunninLynguists - Hypnopomp f. Bianca Spriggs (Epilogue) lyrics
CunninLynguists [Deacon the Villain, Kno, Natti] Lexington, Kentucky, U.S. 🇺🇸
[CunninLynguists - Hypnopomp f. Bianca Spriggs Epilogue lyrics]
Life is but a dream
Once, two sons were born to Nyx
Goddess of night and Hypnos, god of sleep
The eldest was Morpheus
Who lived in the visions of dreamers
Rising to his calling meant someone
Must abandon all other paths
For the prospect of greatness
Thus heroes and kings called
Morpheus "the Destiny Bringer"
To accept his gift required impossible risk
And loneliness in the midst of adoration
But to deny him: madness
Then there was Phobetor whom they
Called "the Dread Crawler"
For he dwelled only in nightmares
And fed on the acrid fumes of human fear
A shapeshifter
He appeared as the manifestation of terror
Forcing a choice between the
Path of uncertainty
And the path of mediocrity
To meet Phobetor's gaze
Required great courage to look away: shame
Only in the grey hour
In the moments of shadow and light
Will the balance of power dangle
Between the Destiny Bringer's favour
And the Dread Crawler's wrath
Only there between waking and sleep
Will we recognize our true path
Once, two sons were born to Nyx
Goddess of night and Hypnos, god of sleep
The eldest was Morpheus
Who lived in the visions of dreamers
Rising to his calling meant someone
Must abandon all other paths
For the prospect of greatness
Thus heroes and kings called
Morpheus "the Destiny Bringer"
To accept his gift required impossible risk
And loneliness in the midst of adoration
But to deny him: madness
Then there was Phobetor whom they
Called "the Dread Crawler"
For he dwelled only in nightmares
And fed on the acrid fumes of human fear
A shapeshifter
He appeared as the manifestation of terror
Forcing a choice between the
Path of uncertainty
And the path of mediocrity
To meet Phobetor's gaze
Required great courage to look away: shame
Only in the grey hour
In the moments of shadow and light
Will the balance of power dangle
Between the Destiny Bringer's favour
And the Dread Crawler's wrath
Only there between waking and sleep
Will we recognize our true path