A dear friend has left us to pursue another dream
leaving behind a trail leading out of eldorado
and into metamorphosis
Suddenly spaces seem empty and desolate
and within echoes the low drones of winters grasp
forever whispering
And from the deepts of the chasm rises another roar
not out of anger, not out of spite
The world spins on a crooked axis
The World it spins too fast
leaving behind a trail leading out of eldorado
and into metamorphosis
Suddenly spaces seem empty and desolate
and within echoes the low drones of winters grasp
forever whispering
And from the deepts of the chasm rises another roar
not out of anger, not out of spite
The world spins on a crooked axis
The World it spins too fast