Ataraxia - The Land Of Sand Of Gold Of Ruin lyrics

Decoding hyerogliphic omens astonished I feel in the opal sphere astonished astonished I feel Where do you bring me to die, honey hands... where do you bring me to die..? Monosyllable of perceptions dug with the fountain-pen end on the heart dug dug with the fountain-pen end where do you bring me to die, honey hands... where do you bring me to die..? Your frame yeld to the pain in your bowels silent sons we are moulds in your moving urn moulds in your moving urn where do you bring me to die, honey hands... where do you bring me to die..? absence, distance, loss... solitude, lack, sleep... essence, floating, infinity...