Testo Psykerion: The Question

Biorhythms racing as we ride the violent storm
Scaling through forever, but fearing fate nor form
The place we seek of which we speak will justify our cause
But the question remains...

With all circuits active, we enter spiral realm
Now encapsulated, protected by our shell
A human seed, should we succeed, will save our entity
Eyes unyielding through a cosmic sea
World of conquest, furthest degree
Fate upon us, spirit reborn
To reach Psykerion

Rapid is our descent, burning through the atmosphere
Blinded by prismatic light approaching us so near
Quadrant three trajectory, a treacherous travail

Eyes unyielding through a cosmic sea
World of conquest, furthest degree
Fate upon us, spirit reborn
To reach Psykerion, this land beyond the sun