Morgawr

Bring forth the time that remains,
 To those who seek the meaning of the Word,
 The will to break a system,
 A need for those who can create,
 Words are what make us,
 Are what we create, language is dimensional,
 In the midst of chaos showing
 This love is ever flowing
 Monuments can be turned to ruins
 But words cannot decay, cannot decay
 The universe is an extortionist
 Forever slowly bleeding us dry
 And the will to thrive is denied
 By contextual divides
 Separation of word and void.
 A structured cluster of pre-conceived ideas, schemas, Schema
 Can Create.
 Words may transform into cosmic entities
 Structured by the will of man to design infinity
 Separate, word and void become one with the aethyr
 Bring together dark and light and incarnate all that we fear