Astrogate the Spectral Lane
Scar of reality is closed in eerie gravitational storm
Bathes us now as we step into the halls of the ghostly cyclotron
We, the last and wingless metatrons
It must not be the end!
Hyper strings are pulled
They are morphing space into dreadful stasis
It aligns the borders
On the relative surface
Unfolds the solvent trail
Of a psychic whirlwind
We must ride until we die
We will tame the warp
Keep our fate forever, yet to be told
Wе must keep it till we lose
Illuminate thе voyage of the shattered body
We leave this wormhole and with it, our former selves
Leaving intersection of alien worlds
Crush the hourglass
Blow it’s sands!
Let our vision rule them all!
With the memory of defeat
Pace is a compass
It leads to aberrated kingdoms
From the first pyramids into death of the cosmos
To solve the mystery
In vivid limbo
We cut the emerald strings of
Alien cosmology
We must ride till we die
We will tame the warp
Keep our fate forever, yet to be told
We must keep it till we lose
Infuse muon petrichor!
Leave our home into quantum heavens!
There entangle the beams of destination:
Nowhere
We must ride until we die
We will tame the warp
Keep our fate forever yet to be told
We must keep it till we lose
We, the sole survivors