The Pull of Invisible Strings - Arcadea

Deep in the heart of Andromeda

Caught in the orbit of the two suns

Live the insect race space gate keepers the Arcadeans

Under the soot of volcanic debris

Through the winding tunnels and tributaries

They calculate in precise degrees the end of everything

On a stellar ship they’re sailing

Through the crust of the cosmos

Left the sun the earth the moon and Jupiter’s hovering ghost

Shooting through impending doom they loom

They lie and wait suspended

The solar breeze shifts the sands of time

All prospects are perched on the wings of pilgrims

No words no worlds a race erased

I really don’t have any regrets

Frozen stripped out of time

Held in the hand of the future I was stolen

Ripped out of time

Held in the gangrenous grip of the future

So long my scenery gone

This satellite in flight can’t fight

This planetary pull any longer

Silent night is shattered by the pull of invisible strings

Tumbling towards an infinite ending