Four eyes as two in one
The forward circular view
That never ends
An orbital voyage
Throughout this endless sphere of all As ghosts to the world
Where time is lost and everything transcends
At stolen time
A graceful presence Ghosts to the world
Ever floating on its coarse
For ice, outside, are we apart As cold and eerie mist to the hand
Towards the heights of shadowland Thus appear the truly sworn To be feared
To be seen
Yet, not to be reached Four eyes as two in one
As ghosts to the world
Thus appear the truly sworn
Thus appear the truly sworn
Thus appear the truly sworn
For ice, outside, are we apart
Cold and eerie mist. Burning
Thus appear the truly sworn A graceful presence
At stolen time Thus appear the truly sworn.
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