You leave your weapons in the temple
And hide yourself in the argil
I can see you in the oceans, placating the deserts.
My words are mortal
You are sleeping in the pious den
And love the terrible sleep like your son
The fragile mirrors tangle the world
And everywhere I found the illusion
Make my tears in to rain
And let me lave your feet
Breaking the doors of gloomy nights, you dwell in me
As you dwell in the endless sky
Words are mortal
Give them life
Let them chant
Let them echoing in the sky
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