| Apotheosis |
| | ( He must come to Stone Sky )
Blind, I donīt want to See the Truth
striping Crust of Time
I knew he hadnīt been Right
he must Come to Stone Sky
I will Wait till late at Night
I will Wait for my Faith
in Dream Colours arenīt Real
in Dream I feel Despair
I See crocks of Glass
allīs the Truth full of Lies
I want to find Way to Die
to Fuck your Stone Sky
I donīt want to See the Truth, I donīt Want
I will Wait till late at Night
I will Wait for my Faith
in Dream Colours arenīt Real
in Dream I feel Despair
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