Hail Spirit Noir - The Temple of Curved Space

There’s a dent in the dimension of time
That grows deeper and more undefined
Like the wishes of man in his prime
Vast Scope on each side
Blind Curves for this temple of mine

The Temple of the Curved Space
A Gospel of the formulas
A Garden in a Curved Space
Expanding In Arrogance

There’s a breach in the Spatial Design
Where gravity no longer applies
Likе the Wishes of man on reposе
More dimensions arose
And raised my garden to higher plateaus

A monolith of strange clay
Times bends another way
Aspirations in a raw state
Transcendence!
The garden’s roots will burrow deep
Merging theories with alchemy
Feeding the womb of the worm
The wonders of the Curved Space
Change is a violent praise
Eleven Strings, one for every wish
26, the sowing seeds will built makeshift reality
In the soils of the this space
I am the king and I will strum the Strings