Borknagar - The Genuine Pulse Lyrics
The gephyr, the sullen breathHorizons of history re-erodentThe haven, where the stars are setConstellations of manifestationGlow, expanding through foreverI all with the rain, rise with the oceanDrain to expire, the shrine of fortilityBurn as the flame, as strong as a cameTwine the existence, sense of sereneThousand senses of virtual factionExistential inputs production of mindInstinctive, raised to findAs the salt in the sea, burns in meForever, the taste in your mouth isEternising the soul soaked estateSolvable as fractional fragmentsDivine gracious divulgencePulse, rotation, the spine of creationsWane as the circle of zeroAs the salt in the sea, burns in meForever, the taste in your mouth isEternising the soul soaked estateSolvable as fractional fragmentsThe genuine pulse - the link of a thousand sensesThe genuine pulse - entire celestial allegianceThe genuine pulse - dense induce of the indomitableNever to fail thus existence I sailThrough the elements of fourThe gephyr, the sullen breathHorizons of history re-erodentThe haven, where the stars are setConstellations of manifestationGlow, expanding through foreverMeasure the circle of eternityThe treasure of abilityThe Genuine Pulse
