Fen - Rendered in Onyx lyrics
[Fen - Rendered in Onyx lyrics]
A choir of unreality chimes
A host of obsidian seraphim swarms
Etched upon the tapestry of reason
A litany of falsehoods awash with fear
Fear of all-encompassing emptiness
Fear of an infinity of the unknown
Fear of the purity of meaninglessness
Fear of a darkness that acts
As a mirror to ignorance
Carved in the very coldest regions
Of an uncaring bleak multiverse
Hewn from strident monoliths of
Absence and vacuum
And so i condemn a species that thrives
On it's own terror
That derives essence from the spire of pity
And I seek my place amongst the temples
There are many places in
Which true wisdom hides
Where the unbroken fabric of
Reality lies in wait shrouded
Cloaked in aether's dark blessing
Beyond the sight by those tethered
To the dead weight of matter
To the prison of the flesh
Penance is sought in that
Which is perceptible
But no solace dwells within the
Rotten fabric of a half-truth
Their systems crumble beneath a hailstorm
Of unpicked knots of knowledge
Palpitating sentience trembles
Against the rearing menhirs of absolution
Secrets buried in darkness
Truth rendered in onyx
A host of obsidian seraphim swarms
Etched upon the tapestry of reason
A litany of falsehoods awash with fear
Fear of all-encompassing emptiness
Fear of an infinity of the unknown
Fear of the purity of meaninglessness
Fear of a darkness that acts
As a mirror to ignorance
Carved in the very coldest regions
Of an uncaring bleak multiverse
Hewn from strident monoliths of
Absence and vacuum
And so i condemn a species that thrives
On it's own terror
That derives essence from the spire of pity
And I seek my place amongst the temples
There are many places in
Which true wisdom hides
Where the unbroken fabric of
Reality lies in wait shrouded
Cloaked in aether's dark blessing
Beyond the sight by those tethered
To the dead weight of matter
To the prison of the flesh
Penance is sought in that
Which is perceptible
But no solace dwells within the
Rotten fabric of a half-truth
Their systems crumble beneath a hailstorm
Of unpicked knots of knowledge
Palpitating sentience trembles
Against the rearing menhirs of absolution
Secrets buried in darkness
Truth rendered in onyx