Isis - Threshold Of Transformation скачать mp3

I've arrived King of lucid dreams They call me a [?] The act unknown enter in sleep Here I am turned and here I see the circle in bones made in haste He waits to anoint the faithful In all things left unturned for all to know Rising right beside me will he wait for the quiet terror Do we known and levitate embodied by a boy His voice small and weak wisp of smoke to be chosen All by their heads he places crowns to witness entire towns The boy blesses whispers into words in the painted valleys they await rain