- cifra
East is where the western heart resides
The sunlight of the desert
Become a deafening child
Parched in the sun
A group of [?]
A journey from [?]
A dawning of a new
Ahh...
Adrift and he will come into the morning
God of distant white
And the teeming lips
Astral shapes are found
Breaking into fragments
Astral shapes
Breaking in fragments while
Breaking into the night