Cynosure 歌词

Stellar flames create formations, Lucent constellations and invitations to the expeditious mind Novas that see our destination From their hibernation, a vocation that is enshrined I'm navigating along the star path The night sky is my compass, my cynosure After days with waves of wrath I'm finally reaching the shores Under this burning Atlas A region filled with flaring birthmarks Over ageing landmarks and the hallmarks of Nature's grand form Yonder, still in our respiration And mother to rotation, gravitation that endlessly performs