tears the heavens bearing the weight of the sun this hunter soars high above the shield of apheon be baptized by the dust of what you once called home memories are easily lost when they are buried in stone how easy to see that all humans would be a tyrant or slave in hopes to be free let the fires burn to reach the highest heavens removing the imprint of both god and men taming the clouds dividing the storm bring your eyes down from the sky to feast upon whats left of your kind be baptized by the dust of what you once called home memories are easily lost when they are buried in stone how easy to see that all humans would be a tyrant or slave in hopes to be free the air of which you breathe is both man and machines make haste and retreat on the wings of nefeli