golden, the light was golden, gold and pouring, now we're safe. some veil is dissolving and light shines on your face. now only artemisia will grow in that place - bitter and pure as the promise we made. my old and secret kingdom has lost its boundary - \"broad is the road that leads to death, and thousands walk together there.\" and now the field is open, the field is open, the field is opening. the field is open, the field is open, i see it opening.