Eques rise to the heart of the sun
Shine your wings and glide through the hole
Magic muscles dance like fire underneath your gla** skin
Beautiful horses take us where
Fluids of the body speak in prayers
Faces merge into the moon
Blood from organs for the child
..wakes at sunrise, black
Half of a visage burnt by the sun
Eyes that saw him rise and grow out of hell into the meadow
Float above the town and say that love is 'bout a brand new way
Insert a dream in your mind
Free from men with beards
Spirit troll looks like life
But it is not real
But it is not real
Flee from men with beards
Free from men with beards
Real is very real
Comb my hair
Make me alive