AT The riddle brazen sculptures rise
I find my visions in the deeps,
blue liquid fields surrounds
Turn the page become the man,
civilisation sand
Absorbed into the heaven's,
in the caves where no light
strikes these elements
AT The riddle brazen sculptures rise
I find my visions in the deeps,
blue liquid fields surrounds
Above is beneath,
as air and fire is defeat
Two factors counting,
lurking in my speach
Turn the page become the man,
civilisation sand
Absorbed into the heaven's,
in the caves where no light
strikes these elements