A Pulse Fills This Void Songtext / Lyric

A Pulse Fills This Void Songtext
The touch of the divine - a map into madness. Spirals of gravity, like shadows on the wall of the cave. Constant circles of black and nothing. Beings of immensity and disproportion. Naught but confusion and terror. Blindness in numbers. Time is the snowfall numbing our limbs into decay. With our final and collective gasp, we reach toward the stars knowing not what lies beyond.