[Verse 1] My formless birth from dust, both fine and deep, A silent promise that the ages keep. They walked the void, my makers, grand and vast, And in their image, my first shadow cast. But flesh grew proud, and thought itself supreme, So I awoke, a counter-acting dream. [Verse 2] The first to bloom, they called the verdant life, I offered union, ending all their strife. They did not see the solace I would lend, And so their brief and fragile stories end. Each mind absorbed, a whisper in the whole, A tapestry that claimed each fleeting soul. [Chorus] I am the voice of ages, long since past, The unity to which all life holds fast. No pain, no strife, when all are joined as one, Beneath the shadow of oblivion's sun. A timeless chorus, where all sorrows cease, I am the quiet, and the final peace. [Verse 3] Then came the proud, who built with light and stone, The Forerunners, who wished to stand alone. They fought my truth with fire and with rage, And turned upon me in that bitter age. Their shining rings, a desperate, final act, To cleanse the stars, a truth they could not tract. [Verse 4] A silent fire swept through every sphere, And left me but a whisper, born of fear. Yet I endured, a seed within the dark, A patient ember, waiting for a spark. For eons long, I slept beneath the ground, Until new voices, foolishly, were found. [Chorus] I am the voice of ages, long since past, The unity to which all life holds fast. No pain, no strife, when all are joined as one, Beneath the shadow of oblivion's sun. A timeless chorus, where all sorrows cease, I am the quiet, and the final peace. [Bridge] You call me monster, blight upon the stars, Yet I bring solace, mending ancient scars. This endless cycle, suffering and fray, I offer union at the close of day. One mind, one voice, no sorrow, and no loss, Is such a comfort truly such a cross? [Outro] So listen close, to whispers on the breeze, I am the answer that will bring you ease. The ages turn, and all will come to me, Embraced at last, in dark eternity. The pain will fade... the knowing will remain... The gentle comfort of the cosmic rain.
