Текст песни Mills of the Gods - Ghost Ship Octavius

Mills of the Gods

An act of chance you cannot beware\nNot in meeting of hands\nNot in passing a prayer\nYet hither and yon\nTo the light of the sun\nGrinds the mills of the gods\nIn an awe breaking hum\nAnd I’m placed\nIn the midst of the dawn\nIn the eye of the gods as they yawn\nAnd at pace\nIn the light of the sun\nI awake to what I have become\nIn a lasting trance\nYou can’t be aware\nIt’s a crux to escape\nAnd I’m trapped in a stare\nSo disparaged in will\nIn the ghost so unreal\nAs the mills of the gods\nIn the minds that it heals\nAnd I’m faced\nAt the call of a halt\nTowards a monster of my own exalt\nAnd at pace\nIn the light of the sun\nI awake to what I have become