Paroles: Candlemass. From The 13th Sun. Blumma Apt.

Allseeing eye
you leave your shed
Weaving icy webs
of cosmic threds
Ask directions
and solid pennies
Must lit the molten stars
before they vanish
Impatient soul
a spark that passed
Into a diamond blur
of eons lost
And underneath
the universal will
Someone counts the loss
of the imbecill