Five-Sided Platform Shape — Lunarsea

'Cause sky dress a veil of clouds Forgotten steps echo in the hydro-desert It neither can't convince nor train Truth is a skeptic's son

Evil asks depreciation and pity Good asks respect and intolerance Still navigator, sphere of grace In the palms and weigh both

Over the black platform The storm arrives Let your senses replenish By heretic fever

The keeper enrobed of rationality's feathers Concentrate yourself for meditation Five borders, as many sides, as many age

In a lost sea A man on a five-sided platform shape In a lost sea Divine made him imperfect role In a lost sea A man on a five-sided platform shape In a lost sea Number of five elements you have

Limitation of creation Confined in the middle Is what just I have

Gale used like a lament for us The bending scythes of sea ride Towards the platform

Over the black platform The storm arrives Let your senses replenish By heretic fever

Winds raises And sweeps used vanity The almost perfect balance Tough pace on the ledge

Pages of ancestors talk about their lives Simpleness of being An interesting for decayed age

The keeper enrobed of rationality's feathers Concentrate yourself for meditation Five borders, as many sides, as many age

In a lost sea A man on a five-sided platform shape In a lost sea Divine made him imperfect role In a lost sea A man on a five-sided platform shape In a lost sea Number of five elements you have

A man on a five-sided platform shape In a lost sea Divine made him imperfect role