The opposite of what is seen
Is the wrong of what
We must not see
An interlude of soft awakenings
Within in the portal
No one has dared to go
For the confusion of a land
That is lost and yet
Enters into our darkness
Some which make no sense
Yet the meanings are deep
As the pieces fall
The images are multiplied
Sending much more then before.
Is the wrong of what
We must not see
An interlude of soft awakenings
Within in the portal
No one has dared to go
For the confusion of a land
That is lost and yet
Enters into our darkness
Some which make no sense
Yet the meanings are deep
As the pieces fall
The images are multiplied
Sending much more then before.