Žodžiai dainai: Candlemass. Blumma Apt.

All seeing eye
You leave your shed
Weaving icy webs
Of cosmic threads

Ask directions
And solid pennies
Must lit the molten stars
Before they vanish

Impatient soul
A spark that passed
Into a diamond blur
Of eons lost

And underneath
The universal will
Someone counts the loss
Of the imbecile