You can find my signs in this paradise
Where myriad the morning shined
The type of heart we dreamed of
Through a hallucinary spell of time
A place where hunter -gatherers
Gathered in their grave house
My name was spoken on the wind
Run underneath the seas and rivers
I emerge up from the seams of fate
So my secret's in the dirt
Then all the temples to the elements
Will be made from human skeletons
Turning in the universe like the
Rise, rise my spirit, rise
Shine a light on the fields of fire
Sing, sing, my spirit sing
Over woodland lake and mountain spring
How soon the sun can turn
Tempered skin into beaten drum
Rocks descend out of the open graves
And the hills carved out of dead sands
Over the mid -sheet of the sun -crossed supply
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