Landing on a spheric line they dare to drive
Breathing a scarry sign of sodium lies
Slyness a primal moral conflict form
Sadness a linked device reacts
Red sand cloaked over the clouds
Time's forest infinite place
Slyness in a plasma sphere you are
Sadness in a liquid form we die
Trapped into
A shapeless cup
A dense cluster of souls
Mineral skies
Beyond shiny haze
Synthetized to decant souls
Awakening
The perfect symbion makes
Mortal frequencies
Navigates through the waves
A new essence rules
[Lyrics Cryopsis]
[Music Franck Kobolt]