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Questions of me are gathered in this sacred ground

I stand above the clouds

Like all the gods

I create all your passions and fears

Colour of nothing is now purple

The crown will fall for the love of god

Draw your pains into this song

I dive into this garden of loneliness

White swans and cold statues all I see

And a voice from below screams

In every valley that you walk you'll die

I try to see beyond the sun

But then I am blind

I try to hide behind my fears

But then I rise