|Lyrics:||Citadel rever berates to a thousand voices,|
What have we become?
we chosen to be?
Now all history is reduced to the syllables
or our name -
can ever be the same:
now the Immortals are here.
At the time it seemed a reasonable
to harness all the force
of life without the threat of death, but
found that boredom and inertia
are not negative, but all the law we know,
and dead are
will and words like survival
Arrival at immunity from all age, all fear
why do I pretend?
Our essence is distilled
and all familiar taste is now
and though purity is maintained
it leaves us sterile, living through
millions of years,
a laugh as close as any tear;
living, if you claim that
that entails is breathing, eating,
defacating, screwing, drinking,
sleeping, sinking ever down and down
and ultimately passing away time
no longer has any meaning.
Take away the threat of death and all
left with is a round
Marshall every sullen breath and though
ultimately bored by endless ectasy
it's still the ring by which you hope to
to marry the girl who will give you
forever - it's crazy and
that simply is not enough.
What is this dulles and bluntest of
such that my eyes never close without
feeling it there?
What abject despair
demands an end to
all things of infinity?
If we have gained, how do we now meet
What have we bargained, and what have
What have we relinquished,
knowing it was thee?
What thoughts now of holding fast the
death and time?
Everything we had is gone,
everything we laboured for and
more that earthly things reveals
the hollow ring of false hope and
But now the nuptial bed is made, the
dowry has been paid:
toothless, haggard features of eternity
now welcome me between the sheets
to couple with
her withered body -