Ambivalence in the rising, as darkness comes binding Methods of purest salvation, cannot solve the riddles of cosmic creation A vision of everything burnt to the ground, a vision of a trampled racial crown Atop the mountain ridge, thousand are the sights that relentlessly itch It’s a golden projection, a blessed opportunity The final direction, I will not be!
Ambivalence in the rising, as darkness comes binding Methods of purest salvation, cannot solve the riddles of cosmic creation A vision of everything burnt to the ground, a vision of a trampled racial crown Atop the mountain ridge, thousand are the sights that relentlessly itch It’s a golden projection, a blessed opportunity The final direction, I will not be!
