Glaucoma on our eye
Plague to weather
Until they run dry


Ages of delirium, curse of my oblivion


I swell without a scar to end the time
A shell without a star at the end of time


Watch the bend of my wandering
of hunting with the lightning gun


Tremor on my heaven son
Tares above my kingdom come


Torn open tomb
I fell in your cold fission bomb
I fell in your war


Ages of delirium, curse of my oblivion
Tremor on my heaven son

Tares above my kingdom come