[00:15.87]The sigil on the papyrus doth fade[00:26.52]It slowly turns into past[01:25.95]And all the thoughts that were made[01:26.55]By those who understood[01:27.06]Now float mid-air like ghosts[01:38.01]Creatures of a dead, forgotten creator[01:38.85]Synthesis, noesis, the material of ideas[01:49.77]And the laws that bind the Universe[02:04.68]And all these that you no longer[02:05.31]Want to possess[02:05.64]Heavy they submit to a cruel mistress[02:09.63]A scrap of paper, a drop of ink[02:12.42]A piece of mind, a simple movement[02:13.17]That sometimes is late, or dull[04:45.12]And others swift and desperate[04:45.81]A silent expression, a secret locked[04:46.62]Old, rotten, kept in the closet[04:47.28]An answer to a single why[04:47.82]That once, and only for a moment[08:05.07]Has been given[08:05.40]Logic of the irrational[08:05.91]Knowledge of the obscure[08:06.39]Reasons of paradox[08:06.87]Ways of eutropy[08:07.23]Now swear![08:07.41]Logic of the impossible[08:07.95]Knowledge of the unknown[08:08.37]Words that have not yet been spoken[08:09.15]Now swear![08:09.33]The key...