You are not on earth As you believe You wonder As you transcend These light bodies. Conceiving yourself as a god Moulded by your own wrath You're not on this earth Just look to the unplaced Noth Which does not go The way you thought. Temperate harmony, Eternal wheels Sound of orange flowers Light a never felt wish In the heavenly disease To live, to die forever... To the newness of the mighty sound To live, to die forever...