The Land Of Sand Of Gold Of Ruin Lyrics - Ataraxia

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...