Tessellation کے بول

Spectral moon please hold these tears I shed Gaze your ancient madness into mine Martyr evening sun please dry my sullen eyes Rekindle the vision I seek to unleash Laen Zeon Laen Zeon For the essence of reality No belief do I hold The spaces of nothing are sacred between myths Standing in the wilderness I care not for anything May I dissolve into the ground And become the leaves and moss