Cult of Luna
In Awe Of
At the edge, looking up
Shifting focus onto a majestic void

Leaving myself open to let go
Drift along and disappear

I listen when you sing, astral resonance rings
My gaze ascends, never ends
Numbness strikes like fever

Whispers generate waves;
I can't heed, I can't heed them all

I listen when you sing, astral resonance rings
My gaze ascends, never ends
Numbness strikes like fever

On my knees, mesmerized;
In awe of, solarised

Acceptance before I
Return to the stars