Out of space, out of time, by a route obscure and lonely. Haunted by the angels only. Bottomless in boundless floods. Chasm, cave and thickest woods… a snarling thicket of woods. A thicket of woods. With forms I discover, through the dew that drips all over me. Oh… let me be. Skies of fire, skies of fire, skies of fire. Seas that restless do aspire. Surging, unto skies of fire. Oh… mountains toppling evermore, into seas without a shore. Only time controls them… crumble, tumble, ever more. Lyrical inspiration from Edgar Allan Poe's "Dream-Land"