The boat will pass on the sound of funeral winds for eternal life Taught by gods of other dimensions, this is the rite of design Curb the freedom never was the plan for gods, The path on the golden line, remember me of those etchings Pyramids of gold and light lead the way, for new dimensions Shows me answers of mysterious egyptians secrets
Curb the freedom never was the plan for gods, The path on the golden line, remember me of those etchings “He’s not from earth but from heaven God rá, your son came to you”
Temples will fly on, The wing’s fire to the sky I feel the whole time A lot of them pass over me, over the ground.
