Testo Catastasis

Turn around
Turn around and see clear
The light of all

Looking to something we just can’t understand
A paradigm shifting in the air

Turn around Turn around and see clear
The light of all

Blackening sky closing from above
Senses deny what we cannot know
Salvation arrives on the burning day
Lying half asleep in the blaze

With the closing of an eye
Accepting what may come
Drifting back inside the mind
To the age ethereal