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[Intro: low, resonant, breath on vowels]
Before all things, a hush beyond the name,
Depth hums under time, and Silence holds the flame.[Verse 1: contralto chest, dark velvet]
In the cradle of the Unbegun I wait—
Mind rising from the fathom of the Deep,
Truth glows like an ember in the dark I keep,
Word ripples through the marrow of my night,
Life gathers like a tide of hidden light.[Pre-Chorus: pulsing, gathering]
I lean through the veil, I feel the turning wheel,
I hear the quiet thunder where the bright ones kneel.[Chorus: wide, sustained, crescendo]
The Eternal, the Aeons in their endless ring,
They echo through the hollow of my breathing.
The Eternal, the names no wind can carry,
I open like an eye that will not tarry.[Verse 2: steady build, rich tone]
Forethought walks the border of my doubt,
Wisdom bends the iron of my route.
I taste the radiant hush of Pleroma,
While dust and bone recall Kenoma.[Pre-Chorus]
I lean through the veil, I feel the turning wheel,
In Depth and Silence, all I am made real.[Chorus: higher intensity]
The Eternal, the Aeons in their endless ring,
Aletheia, Logos, Zoe, they sing.
The Eternal, beyond the clock and clay,
A lantern in my ribs to light the way.[Bridge: instrumental break cue and spoken low]
[Instrumental: odd-meter riff, toms surge, bass drones]
[Spoken low, near-murmur]
Not fallen, not risen—only unfolding,
A circle without border, a heart beholding.
Between the arch of breath and stillness,
I drink the fire that does not burn.[Breakdown: hush, heartbeat kick]
I lay down every borrowed name,
I lay down every borrowed frame,
And hear the elder hush proclaim—[Chorus: massive, octave-doubled, sustained]
The Eternal, the Aeons in their endless ring,
Revolving where the root of being clings.
The Eternal, the light before the dawn,
I turn within the turning, and I am drawn.[Outro: dimming, contralto low]
Before all things, I hear the hidden rain,
Depth hums under time,
and Silence keeps the flame.
With The Eternal, part of the Before All Things series, the song leans into Gnostic cosmology with a contralto-led, progressive rock arc that moves from whisper to whirlwind. The lyrics frame creation not as an event but as an unveiling: Depth and Silence precede the pulse, while Mind, Truth, Word, and Life rise like dawn within the singer’s chest. Dynamic cues—odd-meter surges, tom-driven lifts, and octave-doubled refrains—mirror the ascent from hushed meditation to luminous certainty.
The text is rich with Aeonic signposts—Aletheia, Logos, Zoe, Sophia—as well as the Pleroma/Kenoma divide, yet it resists doctrine in favor of experiential revelation. Lines like “Not fallen, not risen—only unfolding” and “A lantern in my ribs to light the way” translate metaphysics into visceral embodiment. The recurring chorus, “The Eternal… the Aeons in their endless ring,” reads as mantra and vow, turning dark introspection into a steady inner orbit where breath, light, and becoming converge.