Dynahead - Ylem lyrics

From nothing into a universe Infinitesimal patterns coalesce on shapes The infant moan can be heard no more And the primordial shine is ultimately far away- A star bleeds the raw wealth In paternal chant Can't tell apart myself from the light And the light from the shade The chasm hums a rough melody In tones I deafly chase A brooding wreath rocks outside the door Welcoming chaos to convert on plain The feast sees no end And no beginning is at sight Just the flow, just a drift Gliding from day into night Planets like seeds, clouds in bloom Where the prodigal matter engulfs its own guts A spiral of everything A song that no one can sing Coming from nowhere Overshadowing sphere Before all what is all? The summer is not the fall? The feast sees no end And no beginning, no day and no night