Head Over Worlds کے بول

The air is gathering cells There's a force awakening a spell Back up of the ancient being that Was me Streaming worlds along my way Onslaught of memories gone astray Over a land that is never ending Synnaxis, the dimension Where my will to shape Can be read Space I feel, in my vision Whatever I conceive Can be made If I recoiled If the frame sent me back Should I still grope my way in the dark If I recalled If I knew what I lack Would I forever reel on the track Come to you, friends of the Haven Rest by you, and I'm gone If I recoiled If the frame sent me back Should I still grope my way in the dark If I recalled If I knew what I lack Would I forever reel on the track