Telos

Space is an ocean
Where silence meets the seas
Cold and withered
Where I feel complete

Yearning, trapped, forever sleeps
Whispers calleth upon the deep
Memories of past lives grow cold
My mind, a tapestry, a nail
This canvas echoing, a well
These reveries are starting to feel old
They feel old

Winter, the smile of a dying moon
Painted, denial
Feasting on a king's tomb
Leaving bones for the jackals
A barren land, on which to weep
And misty beaches where to mourn
I wrote the script, that dives so deep
And dream my way below

Row, and row, and row until the end
And greet the darkness rising on your path to transcend
Row, and row, and row until the end
Through nebulas, through dying stars, watch me fade again

Space is an ocean
A mirror to the soul
A blurry wreath, pleasure
That is gone

I feel the darkness yet again
I feel growing, the beast within
And affliction, slowly pulling me below
The angst is keeping me alive
What is dead may never die
But I walk the earth, innocent, alone

Walking the shores that once were clear
I dream again, the path I rode
And breathe the same shrill atmosphere
The season winds, and withered stones
And when I look at the frontier, I see a dying sun, low
Celestial player, a light so clear
That is never coming home

Row, and row, and row until the end
And greet the darkness rising, allow your mind to transcend
Row and row and row into the end
Embrace the rivers roaring flowing towards a better end
Row and row and row into the end
And dream away the notion that you'll ever be the same
Row and row and row until the end
Through nebulas, through dying stars, watch me fade again