I could stand on rooftops, and sing the song of rying Mountains,
But I will kneel and listen to the Child's.
The knowledge of the Innocence is greater than the stars,
And when we learn to hear the Whisper, we'll found out who We are.
Rapture, oh dissonance, the love of all that's real.
Capture, oh sweet submit, the burden of release!
Beneath the age and confidence, below the pride of Eloquence,
Hear me then and you will know the Perfect.
The knowledge of the Innocence is greater than our wars,
And when we learn to hear the Whisper, we will find ourselves a heart.
Rapture, oh dissonance, the love of all that's real.
Capture, oh sweet submit, the burden of release!
I could stand on rooftops, and scream the song of dying Mountains,
But I will kneel and listen to the Child's.
The words he speaks into my mind unlock eternal doors,
Enter them so you can feel the warmth of Untouched Souls.
Oh dissonance.
The burden of release!
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