I can’t comprehend or trust my eyes
Can’t make sense of how the architecture lies
Have I vanished to an unfamiliar place
All designed by the hand from beyond space

Deepest slumber, with no control
Old mouths when open will consume eternal soul
In frozen soils, dreaming they lie
That mind is tattooed by the color from the sky

Upon his brow sits a crown of flame
Only fools would dare to call his truest name
It serves you well to learn your rightful place
Stay out of reach of the hand from beyond space

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