The womb of silent procreation
Is breathing in its own pace
Like an eye of the storm
Which sleeps but doesn't close
Instinctive movement
Eight stances of meditation
Without thought or meaning
The eternal circulation
The song without sound
And the unwritten notes
The invisible move
And the churning dance
The shoreless sea encircles
The birth and the dive
Breath water and energy
Drink air and grow, reach the shores
Instinctive movement
Eight stances of meditation
Without thought or meaning
The eternal circulation
The phantom and the ghost disappear
Materia flows to the mould
The hymn of the heart will
Never wither silent
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
