Rippling gods have sat down on their
shapeless thrones in the numbness
voids in eternal time of endless s***e
Deserted prayer wanders away (from)
hopeless mind like my spirit cries
in agonies and stamina
Crawling cosmos silence from
the trones above the clamed cloudes of deep blue sky
I can?t hear myself !
Am I really here or do the cosmos mirrors
reflect my forms of cosmos silence.
Am I ?
The cosmos mirror reflect my forms
of cosmos silence...
shapeless thrones in the numbness
voids in eternal time of endless s***e
Deserted prayer wanders away (from)
hopeless mind like my spirit cries
in agonies and stamina
Crawling cosmos silence from
the trones above the clamed cloudes of deep blue sky
I can?t hear myself !
Am I really here or do the cosmos mirrors
reflect my forms of cosmos silence.
Am I ?
The cosmos mirror reflect my forms
of cosmos silence...