Sons of Amesha by Hippotraktor Lyrics

This is how it began
The ritual burst into us and them

Held my palm to the orchard’s eye
To see
To see without sight
To sit on the Oracle’s throne
To shine on the vibrant soil

As below, so above
The trees have eyes
So surreal

Shine, eternal one
Instill me divine sight

With an omniscient steadiness
Prophets weep in your presence
Proud are the still living sons of Amesha
Let it be known
Their roots hold the answer
We're all sail and no anchor
I’m but a mark insidе of your skin
All my minds in your ghost
I see now you are I. Alive

Shape my unintеntional altered karma from your insides
Father of my deserted eye. May you roar