Volcanic slide below the lake

Reflects two souls that had to take

An eager leap to make their Earth

Metal from Conflict sports its worth

Golden sun

We need you

Now

Cast out our shears

Those twisted plows

And we will toil with gown and Spade

Lest She forget how soon you're made

Above the Heavens

Issa reigns

Below the shadows

Rod and Cain

Holes that hold the empty frauds

And bathed the fields of Man in their blood

Destruction falls with each Tree's Earth

Renewed for those beyond Its worth

The evidence pasted on our walls

A false watchman's hidden falls

And I fell down into my soul

And there I found a thread of gold

I took the string to weave my dress

After unravelling all the rest

Mark these words for those awake

Ride out upstream with knife and rake

The Monkey Dance will find the trees

If we fail to carry our

If we fail to carry our

If we fail to carry our earthly keys