[The Thaumaturgist:] The Great Eye of the Universe opens! Through this astral art the secrets of the cosmos are mine to know... for the stars are my dominion
May I help you, Sir? Yes, I'd like to buy a map, please What kind of map? As up-to-date as possible I'm thinking of doing a bit of traveling And I need
翻訳: Sagoth、ボール. 古代Cosmographersのスターマップ.
Stavo in macchina ascoltando la mia radio preferita Pensando al mio prossimo caso e ai casi della vita Insomma agli affari di un rapper militante Quando
[The Thaumaturgist:] The Great Eye of the Universe opens! Through this astral art the secrets of the cosmos are mine to know... for the stars are my
So stark is this burrow So void is this valley So bare is this vessel These emberdays have grown grey So vague is this refuge So wide is this pattern
This drone you sound alarmingly meek Is inside my head and plummets my bed It rallies and summons me in my sleep The sun is groggy and upon your plate
Long before this deserted map You use to dim to light The person you show one use to believe The facet has blurred the link You boil the greatest
Mend the sea on this floating tin can On the branch i bend This swollen page is a yawning friend Through the straw i stem Reframe and cut this, ailing
This background is so vague This falter much too strong A slew of reluctance Makes the focus warble on For every laden vein Is a grim pail of prey
Doldrums badger the hum Flapping about for everyone These limbs they do ring Stagger with frugal means Hector pillars within Choking the laughter
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These bloated veins have climbed Hillsides and airlines Looking for a limb to reside This eager scheme has turned Lathered up your bottled smile
The hover is ajar My worth has fled Be certain of this empty tray Do we maintain that there is no one For me to ring This stale sight of you Your
I'm the bagpipe that is bursting I'm the shuffleboard at night Your eyes they swim like oceans Every word is a lovely rhyme You're sporadic and so
What could hinder this haste Calm strewn the isle of this tattered grain In all this muzzled distaste I brush the vial hoping to misplace Cover me
I'm never gonna live in that room with you Weathered from seeing the upside Choking on my own smile I float around with my heavy crown Grease the
