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Ars Memorativa
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What Are The Lyrics For Ars Memorativa By Vintersorg?
[Music & Lyrics: Vintersorg]
[story about the memory artist Giordano Bruno] THROUGH THE LABYRINTH OF THE MIND. You built all memories on a framework Of the zodiac and other known structures, Every thought was linked to a special picture. You stigmatized their keenness and location On a deep and shrouded level. Remembering, controlling Was the way to higher knowledge. In the nature you saw the outlines of an universal intelligence, Every process a reflecting mirror. Symbols meant to trigger The shadow of the ideas in the maze of recollection. A vortex of information reigned inside And found its way, THROUGH THE LABYRINTH OF THE MIND. With self-hypnosis you put it in A dynamic pattern, IN THE LABYRINTH OF THE MIND No physical laws were rooted in your system Everything was forces of thoughts and sensations, Which is streaming through man. Mist and rain just a condition of unawareness, And volcanos a state of rage. A prophet in cosmology, like Copernicus You saw the stars as suns. And a warrior who fought with intellctual swords, With arrow-sharp words. In the nature you saw the outlines of an universal intelligence, Every process a reflecting mirror. Symbols meant to trigger The shadow of the ideas in the maze of recollection. A vortex of information reigned inside And found its way, THROUGH THE LABYRINTH OF THE MIND. With self-hypnosis you put it in A dynamic pattern, IN THE LABYRINTH OF THE MIND |
Who Wrote Ars Memorativa By Vintersorg?
Andreas Hedlund
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What's The Duration Of The Ars Memorativa By Vintersorg?The duration of Ars Memorativa is 5:09 minutes and seconds. |
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