Darker Motions

Dark particles in motion Past the breadth of the sun Lunar shambles of the spit of once told ancient beings Breath of oblivion Tortured soul in Argos Left to face the devil in a bout of mind Solar shambles of the blood of once lost cosmic beings Breath of oblivion We hold off the gate Seldom an answer Torches ablaze We hold off the gate But seldom an answer Torches ablaze Light spectacles in motion Towards the death of the sun Elder spirits left in smoldering arms of foresight lost Left to oblivion Smitten soul in Argos Left only to love the devil in his state of mind Ancient shambles of a message left in a shallow grave Breath of oblivion