Walking - dreaming - flying

Over patterns of time

Searching - lying - burning

For a paper of ancient

Signs of the script from a stranger

had a long tercentennial delay

The novels he wrote are a treasure

A meander down from the dark

Into the sun

We are falling from the silence

Into the sun

We are waiting for illumination

The deeper you come to the inside

Words built up a new universe

Imagine these rhymes are the key to a door

Each term is a pathway erased in the end without you

Walking - flying - searching

Inside of these lines

Dreaming - burning - lying

For a paper of signs

Into the sun

We are falling from the silence

Into the sun

We are waiting for illumination

A view to the source of the mission we read

is AcCult to the fiction of dreams

The runes of a pagan deceit

will guide you to mandala cages on the spiral inside

Into the sun

We are falling from the silence

Into the sun

Where we all are leaving