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

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

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

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