"The sphere of sense, we mourn the loss of our hopes."
[Lyrics]
A frozen road behind the clouds,
approach the throne of human shadows.
When all the signs are dancing across
the sphere of sense,
we mourn the loss of our hopes.
Dimensions in spite the answers,
the Saturn rings destroys the matters.
Just feel the touch of an icy breast.
Just dream the crush of blood and dust.
Our time is here.
Look deeper in you.
The ring of whispers
just hear it's true.
Dimensions in spite the answers,
the Saturn rings destroys the matters.
Just feel the touch of an icy breast.
Just dream the crush of blood and dust.