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From the of the Inkas,
from the abysses of
From the of the Old world,
some are clear, some things are not
In the high mountain air I feel when I ain't
I see a throned and 24 elderly saints

I feel morals like Frederick,
the moustached
I of a heavenly vessel,
god would be the skipper
But I'm scared for it darkens, I powers come aloose
And I'm lost, I'm of no use, like a coin a flipper

From I can see all the good of the world
All the bad of the world, of the world
I see seals go abroke, I hear hooves across the
I see a black horse, a red one, I see and demise

But what I was without
is now within
It's floating on inwards as the chaos
And when I'm by turmoil,
outside new sprouts
The sun's coming - I fade and go out