High above in the blue expanse, where the heaven's thirteenth hour runs
Just a little to the left, where all mystics try to do their best
A million times the measured mile, bitter weeping rivers run on high I am called a weeping might, who stands within the command of all times
Giant waves of cries and pain from a child, the mortal sin left those scars
I thought you were my lucky star, among all those way up thar
The mortal void the mortal choice, Appolo's songs the leaning hoist
Them thar hills are way too high, for a son of time to climb to find
All lies within the crimson might, driven by the bleeding coin of time
I. I once had a dream I was walking within, only to see to be.
In a land far away which lies in a seam, the mother earth's dreaming twin,
Where the waters are sweet and the children never sleep. Skies roaring, clouds moaning from the weight of a thousand trembling feet
To hold the vessel, The Celestial Orsal, sons and daughters of mortals.