Swept in a distant dream, I am bound
As a cunning waver trapped in it's
line
Facing the cold, stuck in the mould
The magma here under makes
fire seems cold
And I've been down below
And I've been high
above
From flaring field of fiery formations
The sub
dimensions aflame
Like a havoc in black when the force turns back
The surface tears open spills blood from it's cracks
The cause
of the essence sharpen the lines of dimensions
I am raised by the
fields, by the highlands
The minded mountains of old
Where the
river starts roaring I roam
Where the wind comes moaning I wander
alone |
