Из альбома: Paradise Belongs to You
Standing all alone in the middle of a promised land
Where is it, where is it, beyond the moon, behind the sun
Always in the middle, in the middle of nothingness
Remember, cross the ring of thorns with a pure heart
Fear not, all true gods carry horns,
they will throw your eyes into the deepest well
Loose your sight, gain another
Seek the darkest fear, the deepest pain,
a forgotten secret of every earthly mother
"Here bigynneth the knyghtes tale unveil"
Every earring, her clothes and more shall fall
Behold son for it's mystery
Look, the world is falling with her
The old man says you're here, you're here at last,
like a mouse you sat midst the circle
surrounded by the thick black smoke
Always carry the wind of wings
"You're here, here bigynneth everything"