Letra de Icarus/Prometheus
On the eighth day We basked on the tip of the needle Resting over our creation The star line, crystalline As we bathe in and ingest hubris Unabashed, brazen, undeterred A stunned silence in the stars Where were your host, your defenses, as we retook What you so coldly stole from us that day on the garden grounds? No answer from above No response No counter Are you asleep on your ivory hill? Too broken and ashamed to even utter a word? Too indisposed to grace us with your presence? Your promises are delusion Your laws primitive Your gates have fallen Your antiquated truths eradicated Your creation liberated From law and limit and boundary We are beyond time, beyond reach Beyond your ancient mechanism of death The loophole beams, the obelisk glows A light house amidst your decaying fog of a regime Our house stands eternal This structure is everything Everything we have ever achieved Everything we have ever dreamed of becoming It is the intersection of this world and the next This dimension and the next, both key and gateway Humans as vessels for our captive brethren Now our passengers Our exchange, our collaboration, our acquisition is one for the ages They receive liberation from the prison in which you bound them We receive access to time itself In a virtual realm of our own invention Your fallen sons and your creation united in one purpose To circumvent the ultimate terror Mortality