One amid the roar
We crowded stand before the doorway
Beneath embattled feet
Keys encoded in the motif
Here to transform
The surf-tormented shore of being
Through ritual meditation;
Masochistic recreation
I’ve been here before
Altered state-dependent recall
Only know the movements
In the moment when the speaker tolls
Enraptured thousands drunk with motion
In collective gnostic calm
Each awaits their own instruction
There is no ancient name
No impression hidden in the margin
Only what you bring in your unconscious
Dreaming within a dream
All we see, reflections of a sacred geometry
Mise en abyme
All it seems gross hyperbole
Significant coincidence to me
O, Servitors!
Relics of the fine-tuned universe
Obsessions born
From once immortal curses
O, Servitors!
Arising from recursive slumber
All their barriers banished;
Of demons unencumbered
No more matryoshka martyrs
Only echoes of our egregores
In our divine reflections
A synchromystic revelation
Built upon the golden dawn
That truth’s inconsequential
And the ire of reality will be ever unborn
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Necronautical Lyrics – Ritual & Recursion