The Thesis's Seasons Lyrics - Vintersorg

[Experiencing order:] 

Through sonorous lands my senses float 

Mesmerized by an harmonious note 

Which are leaping from a string within 

I'm holding the tuner; I'm controlling the pin 

The cycle of symmetry, a continuous episode 

Recital of its method, our way to confirm the code 

It is reflected in the schemes that we rune, 

Like the twelve-tone system that builds this tune 

[Watching complexity:] 

Chaos and order, two branches on the creation tree 

Twins of opposites, but balancing the pendulum 

Like children swinging the seesaw in glee 

Unknowing about malice, destruction and odium 

Arranged in patterns, in a nexus ooze 

A complicated network of primary views 

Micro and macro cosmos flexibility, 

An ingenious interplay through elemental sophistry 

[Approaching chaos:] 

Constantly, havoc comes falling down 

In the structural circus, a morbid clown 

Still it's needed to progress the creation, 

The reflux of materials comes through devastation 

Like an untuned singer in the angel choir, 

A mad prophet that serves the eating fire, 

Its transforming sequence is on repeat, 

First subverted, then complete 

But many times they say, 

"mens agitat molem" 

So we have to figure out our origin, 

To undress our future