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[Intro – low, velvety tone]
In the hush before all things, I lean into the deep
A dark plateau of being, where no name yet can speak
Bythos in quiet motion, a well with time undone
I feel the first bright ripple wake within the none[Verse 1 – 6/8, low register]
Monad holds the center, pure and without divide
A breath that turns to thinking, a lucid inner tide
Barbelo blooms in wonder, a mirror made of flame
From Silence into knowing, mind gathers into frame[Pre-Chorus – build]
I count the living orders, ladders made of light
From depth to lucid reason, each rung a new delight
Yet night keeps watch within me, a chamber I must meet
I carry dawn and shadow in one unbroken beat[Chorus – crescendo, wide]
Infinite Aeons, rings of living light
Moving through the Pleroma, beyond the eye of night
From Silence into Mind, from Mind into Truth
I open like a temple to the ageless, pouring truth[Verse 2 – dynamic rise]
Nous awakens language, Aletheia clears the veil
Logos carves a pathway where quiet hearts can sail
I hear the name Sophia in the echo of my chest
A yearning for creation, a reach that will not rest[Pre-Chorus 2 – tension]
I reach as Sophia reached, too far for what I know
I tremble at the margin, then turn my hunger home
In that humble turning, a clarity takes root
The arc returns to center and bears a gentler fruit[Bridge – 7/8, dark bloom]
No idol wrought of matter can cradle what I seek
The clay can hold a candle, yet not the boundless peak
Within the inner chamber, a quiet hymn unfolds
The Pleromic radiance hums, ancient yet untold[Instrumental – guitar solo, odd meter]
[Guitar Solo – melodic fire, 7/8 into 5/4, let it breathe][Breakdown – near-whisper]
I am a corridor of light
I am a vessel of the deep
No crown, no blade, no wall
Only the turn toward root[Final Chorus – full crescendo, uplift without glare]
Infinite Aeons, rings of living light
Wheeling through the Pleroma, far from blind desire
From Silence into Mind, from Mind into Truth
I open like a river to the ever-living fount[Outro – low, calm, contralto glow]
Before all things, a murmur, a compass without end
I breathe the quiet thunder
And call the Depth my friend
The Infinite Aeons, from the series Before All Things, renders Gnostic cosmology as an inward ascent and return. The lyric begins in the hush before all things and leans into Bythos, then names Monad and Barbelo as light awakens. The chorus turns on a clear mantra of emanation — Infinite Aeons, rings of living light; from Silence into Mind, from Mind into Truth — mapping the Pleromic flow while the verses thread Nous, Aletheia, and Logos into a lucid itinerary. When the voice admits reaching as Sophia reached and then turning hunger home, the song frames desire, error, and metanoia as an interior rite, rejecting idols of clay for a radiance within.
Bracketed cues sketch a progressive shape: odd-meter bridge, a breathing guitar solo, whispered breakdown, and a surging final chorus. Sung in a rich, low contralto with dynamic crescendos, the tone stays dark yet calm, trading spectacle for depth. It closes with a quiet affirmation before all things, calling the Depth a friend — a fitting seal on a meditation that treats the Pleroma not as distant myth, but as a present and purifying light.