From The Bottom Of Their Giant Oceans
From the bottom of their giant oceans,
from the islands of their concrete cities,
from the thresholds of their golden prisons,
here they come.
Spreading their hands around you,
throwing the music into the air,
painting the symbols of their elders,
firing the flames straight to heaven.
Open the door.
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