Candlemass - Blumma Apt dalszöveg

Allseeing eye 
you leave your shed 
Weaving icy webs 
of cosmic threds 
Ask directions 
and solid pennies 
Must lit the molten stars 
before they vanish 

Impatient soul 
a spark that passed 
Into a diamond blur 
of eons lost 
And underneath 
the universal will 
Someone counts the loss 
of the imbecill