is reality What's happening to us is what we deserve We must fight the earth that gave us birth Human kind has engaged its self-destruction Wandering the burning land
below From the strangers to the ones I know From the darkness to the holy glow We burn so bright Can
shining lights tempted my pride I wept blood and I drank my tears: And He exiled me to wander In Darkness, the land of Nod For by a long road of
Of a celestial nazarite, with appetites to bite from the tree of life Smight, eadamite, sodomite, more bites, in the land of kananights Following six flame a lights, burning
We are the sculptors of the land, the rulers of the sea We are the falcons of your sins, gardeners of the trees The air about you is burning and the sea
did I wander, where d'ya think I wandered to I've seen life's magic astral plane I travel through. I heard them tell me that this land of dreams was
for jumping, dancing strolling along down the [What's that word again?] street Up where they walk Up where they run Up where they stay all day in the sun Wandering
, sir, if you can Wandering man, I call thee sand Oh sir, my fire is burning high If it should stop, sir, I would die A shooting star has crossed my land Wandering
if you can Wandering man, i'll call thee sand Oh sir, my fire is burning high If thee should stop sir, i would die The shooting star has crossed my land Wandering
And all the mammals fled I smell in the charred darkness A little green, a little red When you sing your song Your voice washed over the sea Glacial land
Never straight and narrow I won't keep in time Tend to burn the arrow Out of the line Been inclined to wander Off the beaten track That's where there
the gods Beyond the dimensions far away from my imagination I clear my mind and try to understand its might Let my lifeless body dwell in a land Unknown
gently on this sleeping land like a hawk trembling of hunger and like a burning source... two years have passed and still my race is wandering through
done with sped Beneath the moon and under a tall star I wandered so far from northern lands Bewildered on enchanting charming ways So far from the days of mortal lands
There was a time, when lonely men would wander Through this land rolling aimlessly along So many times, I've heard of their sad story Written in the words
The fire burns in the land of the bird's spirit The smoke flows of my bones, I have to go there... That childish hand discovered the masks in the wood
