מילים לשיר Esp Mirage – Vintersorg

A spiral orbit circumnavigates the axis
Fragments, threads of the origin's shape
The dreary synopsis of an aeon
Encircles the thoughts from which minds escape
"And when my soul and spirit unites
in a oneness of the four elements
I'll be the magician of cosmic rites Using astral instruments"
Swirling around the origin's indicator
Like the released psyche of the creator
E.S.P. Mirage!
Visions from the spiral generator
I intersect the shining pulsator
When I travel in this spirit simulator
Receiving visions from the generator
E.S.P. Mirage! Perplexed by the questions of our existence
The patterns in external reality
Secretive formulas along an unthinkable distance
Force the thinking into unexplored philosophy An entity which spins in the galaxy hurricane
With a plasticity changing by the age
The director of periodic meteor rain
Which seems to be framed by a mathematical cage Mother to events so violent
But as no one hears it, it may be silent
"Therefore my thinking I'll incubate
'cause from trumpets you can alienate
and search in the duality of I and Me But from silence you can't flee" Remotely viewing other planes
Using my mind's eye to gaze As I detect the spiral's stains
Trembling before its divinity
In microbes, mountains and every inch of space
It may be larger than infinity.