الأغاني: Isis. Wavering Radiant. Threshold Of Transformation.

:
I've arrived
King of
lucid dreams

They call me
a [?]

The act unknown
enter in sleep
Here I am turned
and here I see
the circle in
bones made in haste

He waits to
anoint the
faithful

In all things left unturned
for all to know
Rising right beside me
will he wait for the quiet terror
Do we known and levitate
embodied by a boy
His voice small and weak
wisp of smoke to be chosen

All by their heads
he places crowns

to witness entire towns

The boy blesses whispers into words
in the painted valleys they await rain