Conception of the tide,
And death of the tired,
We all turn circles in time.
Deaf man, blind man,
All rains fall in a lifetime,
But unlike wine, it'll come from a dead vine,
On the throne of Kings,
Gushing from the mouths of Gods,
In myths & legends & lightning rods.
Where wolves rest in the forests magic,
A full moon werewolf marriage,
Where dust stirs & Pharaohs died,
We all meet around the Suns in the sky.
With no worldly possessions,
Old or new, kept or wasted,
We are ALL ancient.