miorpio 2
Verse 1 In a tavern beyond the world’s last border, Where the lamps burn with an unearthly gold, Lives a god who wagers with silent order, On destinies the prophets never told. He shuffles stars like worn-out tarot, Sets kingdoms down with a gambler’s grin— For every wager lost or narrow, A universe begins again. Chorus Oh, the god who gambles with shadows, Throwing dice in the halls of time; We are numbers beneath his windows, We are echoes of his rhyme. And the coin he flips forever Has no face and has no fall— For chance and fate together Are the mirrors in his hall. Verse 2 He wagers souls as if they were stories, Half-forgotten on a dusty shelf; He laughs at heroes chasing glory, For the hero is but a bet with himself. In labyrinths of smoke and meaning, He hides the door that has no key; All truths are dreams his hand is weaning From the womb of eternity. Bridge Some say he's blind, some say he’s seeing— Some swear he’s nothing but our fear; Yet in each coin toss of our being...