[Verse 1] Seven pilgrims walk the dying grass, Where Time-Tombs rise like frozen glass, Each bears a wound, each hides a name, On Hyperion's plains of endless flame. [Verse 2] The Shrike awaits on metal throne, With silver blades and eyes of stone, It tears the flesh, it steals the breath, It is the lord of life and death. [Verse 3] The Priest who hung upon the tree, The Soldier's daughter lost at sea, The Poet's grief, the Scholar's quest, Each carries guilt within their chest. [Verse 4] The Consul dreams of fallen stars, Of wars between the worlds and Mars, The androids weep with human cries, While Time unmakes their woven lies. [Chorus] Oh, Hyperion, burning bright, Where future bleeds into the night, The Shrike will choose, the flesh will fall, One soul will save, one pay it all. [Bridge] And in the crypts of endless stone, The answers wait for flesh and bone, The void will speak, the seed will grow, But none who enter ever know. [Outro] Seven walk, one will stay, The rest will fade or find their way.
