E.s.p. Mirage Lyrics - Vintersorg

A spiral orbit circumnavigates the axis 

Fragments, threads of the origin's shape 

The dreary synopsis of an aeon-old praxis 

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" 

Like the released psyche of the creator 

Swirling around the origin's indicator 

Visions from the spiral generator 

E.S.P. Mirage! 

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 

and search in the duality of I and Me 

'cause from trumpets you can alienate 

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 

In microbes, mountains and every inch of space 

Trembling before its divinity 

It may be larger than infinity