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Glowing gates are now wide opened

Energy flows through invisible veins

Intruders of mind, seeking and roaming

Around your forehead a chilly sense

Spirits of time, on wings of decease

Echoes from future, worming your ear

Transferring fury, the schizo scheme

Shaking dimensions, stretching minutes into years

I serve the word of unspoken rule

Disdained and outlaw, by those who befooled

Serpent roads to an oval dome

Slipping through cracks between the closing walls

Three of command, three to demand

Two of the shoulders, to carry the one

Five shaking hands, five useless wings

All whirled by the never

stopping blocking clock hands

As vortex spiraling accelerating

Compressing vacuum suspend animation

Time-matter scars, slipping through the crack in space

Leading to past lands

Time on their hands

External whirls, stellar circulation

Processing coordinates beyond imagination

They open path through the tunnels of faith

Forever young spirits,

Time on their hands

Penetrating through your thoughts

Filling the scream in pulsing throats

Resistance will fall down, brick by brick

Distant beacon is what we all did seek

Dissolving matter, spinning clocks

Froze in air, standstill equinox

Malfunctioning of dimensions bonds

Intertwine and clash, through the waterfalls

Saturated hallucinations

Memories pass through the eye

I unravel the conspiration

Break through the glowing walls

Time on their hands