The boat will pass on the sound of funeral winds for eternal life
Taught by gods of other dimensions, this is the rite of design
Curb the freedom never was the plan for gods,
The path on the golden line, remember me of those etchings
Pyramids of gold and light lead the way, for new dimensions
Shows me answers of mysterious egyptians secrets

Curb the freedom never was the plan for gods,
The path on the golden line, remember me of those etchings
“He’s not from earth but from heaven
God rá, your son came to you”

Temples will fly on,
The wing’s fire to the sky
I feel the whole time
A lot of them pass over me, over the ground.