Testo The Graze Of Locusts

When pastures are liberated from the graze of locusts,
Golden horizons will reveal vestiges of decaying monuments
In oceans of ephemerality we seek to become imperishable
In streams of eternity our immortality is fleeting
When this life fades i'll be at rest,
For i'll have detached myself from my worthless legacies
I have cherished my possessions
And I have forsaken simplicity: Materialization of the spiritual
And spiritualization of the material
I hope they sear the pillars
And great walls of my Alexandria.
We waste our days assembling vast shrines upon disbanding sands
Our greatest accomplishments
Consist of having conquered empires of stone.
When this life fades I'll be at rest
"All the glory in the world can be gathered
In a grain of corn."
Within the illusion of reality
And the reality of an illusion, constellations
Remain invisible but not nonexistent
Let's build a sphinx of meaning that never weathers