The sand is cast to tuck me in
and in the wake of sleep I wish to be shed of old skin
Surmounting the heavens I'd climb higher
to obtain the bliss that I desire
Hitting the nethermost of bottoms I'd dig lower
to reveal the plane I must discover
The sand is cast to tuck me in
and in the wake of sleep I'll ride on vigorous wings
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
