He is in her place. But Her chalice pours when we must drink
This New Aeon implicit in Time lights Her path just when He must go
Dead Clowns' procession walks. The flower withers to their song.
Their vision kills the faith. Their cross spays the Earth
But who gives birth to the blessing?
N.O.S. is over. This time New meets the Old
Backstager soul, is Truth for everybody to know?
I'm the skies; I'm the soul; I'm the nature; I'm the world
I'm the skies; I'm the soul; I'm the nature; I'm the world