Lyrics
The warriors are becoming known,
as the wind seems to grow much stronger.
As the spirit moves on through their bones,
the soul no longer passed on over.
And as the past ascends, under the march of the Ram.
Ignorance descends, another march of the Ram.
For the storm will call you all the same,
with few left passed on over.
Those of light will remain as those left passed on over
And as the past ascends, under the march of the Ram.
Ignorance descends, another march of the Ram.
Wind gather me,
flail me unto the sky,
past the pull of gravity.
Until I'm free of it's strings.
Till I'm gracefully gliding,
embracing what I sought.
Hypothalamus bloom into pure thought.
Love is becoming known,
with the collapse of time past and future.
As it radiates on through their bones,
the world will pass on over.
The world will pass on over.
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