Nothing is right or wrong this time
All goes in circles all goes in rounds
Serpents egg falls from the sky
Over the valley over the sea
Over the sea
Into my mouth

Can't close the line
Can't open the square

All goes in circles
Circles round it goes

Burn forty thieves
Call storms on my fortress
It's useless
Unfold the time
And you'll see my sons sins
So close to mine

Speaking the blindest light
Weeping the purest sand
Keeping the Jupiters light
The blindest light of all

So close to mine
My sons sins will burn in flames
Call forty storms
Burn the thieves

Speak the blind light
Weep the purest sand