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Thunderous resonant sounds call from beyond the depths |
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And the winds of gravity change, |
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In memories of the consciousness of the ancient rocks, |
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Nature's answer to the eternal question |
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The tunnels of the sky |
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Meet under oceans |
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And fall into the vortex of Bermuda |
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The secret of the poles |
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Where the Eskimo never where |
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The lightning, |
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The megatons of water |
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They fly within |
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A spinning thunderous vortex |
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At the poles of the world |
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In the labyrinth of lost directions |
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Mankind's falsehood is the weight of gravity |
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Current current current |
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The sun has moved where the lines of the compass lay vertical at the gates |
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Where the world inside |
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Stands alone in front of eternity |
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In the 4 fields of the hollow earth |
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I search for the riddle of the clouds |
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Where the new world shall form from clouds |
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Gouging funnels in the great abyss of the sky |
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In the shape of the one stream |
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Where tunnels open into the great nothing |
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And the giant spaces that rent gravity |
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Unto the depths of the earth |
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Alight becomes the riddle of the labyrinth |
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Where the channels of the junction |
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Reform the ethos |
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And forget |
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Everything |
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I search for the riddle of the clouds |
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From where a new world shall form |
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A tunnel gouges in the shapes |
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Of the stream in the great abyss |
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Of the sky |
