I, Atlas

Terrified and torn between The bloom of creation And the kiss of the reaper Pulverized by the cataract The perfume of his life Rained like white dust (A sinister chorus), a sinister chorus, A typhonic symphony drummed up by thunder and black hail Sung for our funeral Your ending is your beginning Jump off the cliff with both your hands free Jump off the cliff with both your hands free Let go of the iron scepter From the lord of time and revenge You won't be able to fly Pulverized by the cataract The perfume of his life Rained like white dust Terrified and torn between The bloom of creation and The kiss of the reaper (A sinister chorus), a sinister chorus, A typhonic symphony drummed up by thunder and black hail Sung for our funeral Here he was standing, facing the very last bluff Petrified, hanging on at world's end His entire life contained in his final breath Dismantled We fade to black Closing the chronicle The curtain falls Yet all becomes distinct There is no revival Without end Eternity is a blazing phoenix "Spared and safe from the Armageddon Forged by a dialogue of words stronger than steel Blowing on the ashes that concealed a message A dusty epistle drafted by Atlas Inwardly, outwardly Gaïa had reached me deeply A legend in the shape of an island Will set us free