Qantice Head Over Worlds
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
