Astrogate the Spectral Lane

Scar of reality is closed in eerie gravitational storm
Bathes us now as we step into the halls of the ghostly cyclotron
We, the last and wingless metatrons

It must not be the end!
Hyper strings are pulled
They are morphing space into dreadful stasis

It aligns the borders
On the relative surface
Unfolds the solvent trail
Of a psychic whirlwind

We must ride until we die
We will tame the warp
Keep our fate forever, yet to be told
Wе must keep it till we lose

Illuminate thе voyage of the shattered body
We leave this wormhole and with it, our former selves
Leaving intersection of alien worlds

Crush the hourglass
Blow it’s sands!
Let our vision rule them all!
With the memory of defeat

Pace is a compass
It leads to aberrated kingdoms
From the first pyramids into death of the cosmos

To solve the mystery
In vivid limbo
We cut the emerald strings of
Alien cosmology

We must ride till we die
We will tame the warp
Keep our fate forever, yet to be told
We must keep it till we lose

Infuse muon petrichor!
Leave our home into quantum heavens!
There entangle the beams of destination:
Nowhere

We must ride until we die
We will tame the warp
Keep our fate forever yet to be told
We must keep it till we lose
We, the sole survivors