Hollow Movements Of Flesh — Twilight Ophera

From dust you were born, yet dust you remain Machine without creator, hollow husk profane

Sham synderesis, souls shivering advance Convulsions pulse in slavery's trance Those cords of faith, divine guidance Mere chains of casuality spinerack dance

Hollow movements of flesh

Under martyrium pall Man consecrated reason And raised above all Logos as god To portray it all And grow on world Forge obligate laws From circular paths

Nihility and despair beg psyche to lead Striven from dead soil to sketch paraklete Causes enslaved to purpose, yet matter they heed

Hollow movements of flesh

Without silent witness In godless theatres Shadow-play of humanity Poised in tragedy

We deny the everbleeding strands In perpetual adorations loss Hold the masks on trembling hands Over lifeless figures of pathos