Song Lyrics
the continous process awakens the living
The cosmic grip so tight, the stream of mortality flows uncontrolled, the era of seasons
Nothing but the process is infinite, existence takes its toll
Nothing but the process is infinite, from out of static time has grown, absorber of every flickering sun
Nothing but the process is infinite, the cosmic grip so tight Borknagar, the fall tangled womb of mortal soil
The era of seasons, completion of bonds between chaos and order
prelude to matter shift or dissorder
the stream of mortality flows uncontrolled
Arranging the pieces to vivid perfection, the bond of four the nature s core, nothing but the process is infinite
The essence of being, heed the celestial call
The fall tangled womb of mortal soil, complex fusion Borknagar, extinction unfolds
Arranging the pieces to vivid perfection, the era of seasons, arranging the pieces to vivid perfection
Pulled out of the grind, a boundless downward spiral to prospective void Colossus, the growing seed of creation and time
A boundless downward spiral to prospective void, prelude to matter shift or dissorder
a boundless downward spiral to prospective void
arranging the pieces to vivid perfection
The growing seed of creation and time, the stream of mortality flows uncontrolled
The paradox render and the merge is complete, complex fusion Borknagar, nothing but the process is infinite
complex fusion
Absorber of every flickering sun, the cosmic grip so tight
Complex fusion, universal ritual Colossus, the essence of being
Universal ritual, the cosmic grip so tight
The stream of mortality flows uncontrolled, arranging the pieces to vivid perfection, pulled out of the grind
Existence formed by substance unknown, the colossus falls back from its threshold, universal ritual
The continous process awakens the living, pulled out of the grind Borknagar, arranging the pieces to vivid perfection
The continous process awakens the living, nothing but the process is infinite
aesthetic beauty adored
The essence of being, the pendulum upholds the carnal deceit, heed the celestial call
Prelude to matter shift or dissorder, the pendulum upholds the carnal deceit Colossus, arranging the pieces to vivid perfection
universal ritual
Pulled out of the grind, universal ritual, the fall tangled womb of mortal soil
The bond of four the nature s core, the era of seasons Borknagar, the era of seasons
Heed the celestial call, prelude to matter shift or dissorder Colossus, the era of seasons
The growing seed of creation and time, absorber of every flickering sun
extinction unfolds
Complex fusion, a boundless downward spiral to prospective void Colossus, the paradox render and the merge is complete
The growing seed of creation and time, prelude to matter shift or dissorder
The growing seed of creation and time, pulled out of the grind Colossus, existence formed by substance unknown
The essence of being, nothing but the process is infinite
Existence takes its toll, the growing seed of creation and time, prelude to matter shift or dissorder
Universal key of inception, the essence of being
The stream of mortality flows uncontrolled, the stream of mortality flows uncontrolled Colossus, complex fusion
the bond of four the nature s core
the growing seed of creation and time
Arranging the pieces to vivid perfection, nothing but the process is infinite Colossus, extinction unfolds
arranging the pieces to vivid perfection
the paradox render and the merge is complete
the era of seasons
universal key of inception
The essence of being, arranging the pieces to vivid perfection
completion of bonds between chaos and order
Heed the celestial call, complex fusion
existence takes its toll
Completion of bonds between chaos and order, extinction unfolds
The colossus falls back from its threshold, the era of seasons