Archivist - Ascension lyrics

The faintest transcendence Shudders infinitesimal The weightless consequence In T minus five Debris ignites upon Quantum insurgence The incendiary elegance Of my brilliant white light The buffeted plumage Combustion enwraps me And I quake as I stand And hold myself close The closeness surrounds Cocooned in my comfort Our bidding is done Set free of this land All is lost Yet I Iive! What's left of the flotsam Of what might have been I am lifted aloft On heated ablutions The molten effulgence Of a world we once owned Our once beautiful manna Blisters, erodes and hark! The bold introduction An unwilling demise So sour is the silence Of my closeted fate The light breaks in patterns With fingers I trace I strain to make out The striation of fractures The tide now a violence As the Earth falls away