Five-Sided Platform Shape

'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