Timeless from Remnant by Ambra

The eyes tell a story, the mouth cannot
Trek the gust of time, as it blows relentlessly

Through liminal spaces, gliding
Towards the incorporeal, barely real
More liminal spaces connect me
Bring me back, through the loopback

Manifesting the reality we observe

Every mistake will erase all good

Advance and feel, your fate is common
Your legacy is what I own

In my talons I shape clay
Forging life in my own way
From my throne the lightning strikes
Tearing through the crimson skies

Perceiving constantly
All that was and what could be
Beyond the realm of known
Persists the timeless throne

A dissociated mind
Doubting flesh that lives inside
Can’t reason with mankind
Neural noise spread worldwide

Manifesting the reality we observe

Every mistake will erase all good

In my talons I shape clay
Forging life in my own way
From my throne the lightning strikes
Tearing through the crimson skies

• Rock
• alternative metal
• post-metal
• progressive metal
• stoner metal
• stoner rock
• Ljubljana