First Flight by Enso Anima Lyrics
Every night, a savage, with no concept of
Ordered society (despicable)
Appears in my sleep, to tell me lies about inner
Peace. (so insulting)
Its words still ring in my ears (an irritation)
As I clench my jaw
And curse its name through my teeth
At the breakfast table
Nothing sacred should roam free…
What rest may I afford myself? (erase it)
So much to accomplish (the hunt)
So little time…
So I MUST cut you out from underneath this
Skin…
He finds himself tied down to his lab
Hell bent on genocidal manufacture
But in the back of his mind, an impure
Presence…
A light, forcing him into a daze of distraction
So he sets out to destroy this creature
Plaguing his purpose with its pleas
And into the snowy woods he goes
To kill what he doesn’t know
As the creature’s message slowly slips through
His gears…
Peace…
Peace within the beast…
Treetops sleep (in snow)
Birds alight (their boughs)
Silence stands (absolute)
Dawn’s first light (through haze)
Trees awake (in fright)
Birds sound cries (of alarm)
Silence breaks (pressure builds)
Dawn’s first light; an arrow flies!
The machine pursues the beast
All that’s living flees in haste
The trees contort in convex
To evade this monstrous chase
(Ever closer)
Slowly, connected
The forest slips away…
“My metal skeleton was built for so much
More...
But those bones, how they haunt me…
Withered with a thousand years of love lost
And loneliness
Yet I remain the shadow? I must cut you out…”
“What vicious fate, what bitter fortune, to have
Left me so exposed
That in the midst of my pursuit, I’ve fallen
Raptured in repose
This infernal heart breeds my weakness; I’ve
Been stunted by desire
I must strangle all these sentiments, and feed
Them to the fire…”
(Red cavern’s sun, it chills the air)
“My drive to banish all my feelings is now
Tainted by doubt
And any sense of what I’m meant for is now
Twisted inside out
So I’ll let my fear define me! I might not find
Another path!
If I exile my emotions… maybe I’ll be whole at
Last.”
Red cavern’s sun, it chills the air
As he falters in his precious creed
And charges forth in churning madness
Heedless of his mistakes
His rage has catalyzed catastrophe
And the mountain begins to quake
And as he turns to the crescendo of the
Avalanche
A glimpse of genesis that yields him no relief
He realizes he has wrought his own destruction
And finally understands the nature of his grief…
And reaches out to the beast
Are we flying
Or are we falling?
Bodies meld
Souls rejoin
Wings emerge
A final transformation
First flight
Ordered society (despicable)
Appears in my sleep, to tell me lies about inner
Peace. (so insulting)
Its words still ring in my ears (an irritation)
As I clench my jaw
And curse its name through my teeth
At the breakfast table
Nothing sacred should roam free…
What rest may I afford myself? (erase it)
So much to accomplish (the hunt)
So little time…
So I MUST cut you out from underneath this
Skin…
He finds himself tied down to his lab
Hell bent on genocidal manufacture
But in the back of his mind, an impure
Presence…
A light, forcing him into a daze of distraction
So he sets out to destroy this creature
Plaguing his purpose with its pleas
And into the snowy woods he goes
To kill what he doesn’t know
As the creature’s message slowly slips through
His gears…
Peace…
Peace within the beast…
Treetops sleep (in snow)
Birds alight (their boughs)
Silence stands (absolute)
Dawn’s first light (through haze)
Trees awake (in fright)
Birds sound cries (of alarm)
Silence breaks (pressure builds)
Dawn’s first light; an arrow flies!
The machine pursues the beast
All that’s living flees in haste
The trees contort in convex
To evade this monstrous chase
(Ever closer)
Slowly, connected
The forest slips away…
“My metal skeleton was built for so much
More...
But those bones, how they haunt me…
Withered with a thousand years of love lost
And loneliness
Yet I remain the shadow? I must cut you out…”
“What vicious fate, what bitter fortune, to have
Left me so exposed
That in the midst of my pursuit, I’ve fallen
Raptured in repose
This infernal heart breeds my weakness; I’ve
Been stunted by desire
I must strangle all these sentiments, and feed
Them to the fire…”
(Red cavern’s sun, it chills the air)
“My drive to banish all my feelings is now
Tainted by doubt
And any sense of what I’m meant for is now
Twisted inside out
So I’ll let my fear define me! I might not find
Another path!
If I exile my emotions… maybe I’ll be whole at
Last.”
Red cavern’s sun, it chills the air
As he falters in his precious creed
And charges forth in churning madness
Heedless of his mistakes
His rage has catalyzed catastrophe
And the mountain begins to quake
And as he turns to the crescendo of the
Avalanche
A glimpse of genesis that yields him no relief
He realizes he has wrought his own destruction
And finally understands the nature of his grief…
And reaches out to the beast
Are we flying
Or are we falling?
Bodies meld
Souls rejoin
Wings emerge
A final transformation
First flight