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