A spacious room
Black urine in the tyrant’s locks
Been crystallized as gold
The story that all have been told
And aberrantly behold
A paradise of buried souls
A death of living sins
No light to come of this despair
And darkness, darkness in the air
Unknown in bushels of salt and grain
Two slaves were bought, two slaves were sold
And I forgot my age
None question in the desert sands
The cities they collide
And in the lightness, likeness where
We stand, the golden dome provides
