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Omega Point

Beyond Grace

Band/Artist: Beyond Grace

Album: Seekers

The grinding gears of gods dictate a perfect pattern
From which no hint of deviation is allowed
The turn of cosmic cogs, the spinning dance of atoms
Bite and bind in rhythm, to drive the system
Movements in the mechanism

Ascending to omega point, we reach towards perfection
And find that it is almost in our grasp

Now every form of life converges to the centre
Seeking communion with the primal source
Imposing shape and order, upon chaotic matter
Form adapts to function, though evolution
Life exists in constant motion

Ascending to omega point, we reach towards perfection
And find that it is almost in our grasp
Transcending this existence, we strive towards convergence
Becoming one, with the infinite at last

In the absence of balance, there can be no convergence

Behold the alpha, becoming omega

No beginning, no end, from alpha to omega
Out of nothing, we ascend, converging to the centre

I am the alpha

Ascending to omega point, we reach towards perfection
And find that it is almost in our grasp
Transcending this existence, we strive towards convergence
Becoming one, with the infinite at last

Omega point is almost in our grasp
Becoming one with the infinite at last